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    [Intro]
    Word on the street I got gold bricks

    [Verse 1:]
    Word on the street I got gold bricks
    Put kinggold chains on yo bitch
    Let'her cry for me, that's hooty and a blowfish
    She gon blow dick til she pop, how many licks?
    Blow this popsicle, stand quick
    Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley
    Hothead trigger nigga, don't tempt me
    Make that ass shake like a Wendy's frosty (frost bit)
    In the middle week, Jebediah
    I'm the great Alexander Empire
    Bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner
    Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion
    Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant
    On the highest level, top of mount Zion
    She said she never fucked me, but she's lyin
    Team so strong, could've been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it!
    Two tears nigga in a bucket
    You don't like me and bitch I love it
    Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget
    Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage
    Fuck that bitch, she'll never get a lover
    Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa
    Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers
    You ain't even do shit, I'm the coach that's coolest
    T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human
    Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising
    Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent
    Probably the best to do this

    Ho I ain't gotta prove shit
    The proof's in the bank bitch
    Do this shit for my kids' kids
    In the papadoce, you don't even know what that is nigga

    Word on the street I got gold bricks
    Word on the street I got gold bricks

    [Verse 2:]
    Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin
    Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened
    So doctor, this ain't Broadwayin
    Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin
    Most hated cuz the crib most gated
    Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated
    Your cars pass through expiration
    Second to none, no offense, none taken
    Stick up, I'm hijakin em back
    I'm the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap
    Flow god, that is so hot
    Step on yo back bitch
    Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad
    Lougin at the pack
    T-Raw the best rapper in there and I'm flexin 600 grand on my lap
    Instagram, take the pilot jet ready
    That's an instant plane
    Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
    Actin ashamed, don't be a slave
    Put yo check on the table
    By the end of the days paid hey hey
    Blake fair at the world fair, fuck fair
    When them near smell roast in the air
    Oh yea? Who that nigga with the big ass gat?
    That's me with the big ass gat
    It's a sabertooth
    Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash
    No pork on my plate, nigga still goin ham

    Word on the street I got gold bricks
    Word on the street I got gold bricks

    Word on the street I got gold bricks

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