Gold Teeth

Lyrics

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 I got gold teeth, nigga
 I'm from the street, nigga
 You got some beef, nigga
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 We keep the dope cookin'
 And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 I got gold teeth, nigga
 I'm from the street, nigga
 You got some beef, nigga
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 We keep the dope cookin'
 And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 I got gold teeth, nigga
 I'm from the street, nigga
 You got some beef, nigga
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 We keep the dope cookin'
 And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
 Feeling right (feeling right)
 Feeling nice (feeling nice)
 Feeling nice (feeling nice)
 Check the price (check the price)
 I'm on at night (I'm on at night)
 Cold at night (cold at night)
 Ignore my phone (ignore my phone)
 No reply (no reply)
 Prism got (prism got)
 Me feeling old (me feeling old)
 Sweat it out (sweat it out)
 Watch it go (watch it go)
 Real bad bitches, getcha ass on the pole (yeah, hoe)
 We gon' rumble in this hoe (yeah, hoe)
 We gon' rumble in this hoe (yeah, hoe)
 F-f-feeling great, feeling right
 Bitch, I'm 'bout to take a flight
 Not commercial, bae, I'm flying private
 Where you wanna go tonight?
 I'm thinkin' Venus, you be thinkin' Mars
 Let me secure this bag, bitch, I'ma hit you up tomorrow
 'Cause I ain't got time for the bullshit
 Man, I'm tryna get rich
 Pussy power
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, that's the biz
 That's what you ain't
 I don't be smoking the dank
 Feeling so high at the bank
 Candy the paint
 Used to be mashin' the gas
 Used to me getting the cash
 Feeling right (feel alright)
 Feeling nice (feeling nice, yeah hoe)
 Feeling nice (feeling nice)
 Check the price (bitch, check the price)
 I'm on at night (hoe, I'm on tonight)
 Cold at night (man, it's cold at night)
 Ignore my phone (bitch, ignore my phone)
 No reply (no reply, yeah, hoe)
 Real bad bitches, getcha ass on the pole (Patta)
 We gon' rumble in this hoe
 We gon' rumble in this hoe (ooh)
 Y-y-yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 I know they scared, nigga
 Choppers popping, leg hitters
 Coming for head
 Get 'em up, get 'em gone
 I stay in my lane, mayne
 Diamonds in my chain, mayne
 Yo' bitch got that brain game
 I'ma let this dick slang
 All in her esophagus
 Ticklin' her tonsil-us
 My pockets are monstrous
 I'm just having fun with her
 But you got a problem, huh?
 She told me about this
 Say your flow gon' make me rob 'em, huh?
 .45 to his noggin, huh?
 Don't you make this a problem, huh?
 (We gon' rumble in this hoe)
 (We gon' rumble in this hoe)
 Y-y-yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 I got gold teeth, nigga
 I'm from the street, nigga
 You got some beef, nigga
 Y-y-yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 We keep the dope cookin'
 And where I'm from, grown men don't take no ass whoopin'
 Feeling right
 Feeling nice
 Feeling nice
 Check the price
 I'm on at night
 Cold at night
 Ignore my phone
 No reply
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 Go get your boys, nigga
 I bring the noise, nigga
 So bring your toys, nigga
 Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
 You got your drama, boy
 Marijuana, boy
 I'll shoot your mama, boy
 

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Duration
03:01
Key
6
Tempo
148 BPM

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