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cal scruby - gold coins lyrics

[intro]
“i love gold”

[verse 1]
bloodshot got evil eyes
been smoking that like it’s legalized
i’m smart though, no dui’s
if i need a ride i’ll let bieber drive
black car when my team arrive
black tint, you can’t see inside
black rims, black suits, black ties like aaliyah died
i got black under my eyelids
no violence red in my iris
rocking old 5’s, you know why?
because i’m still proud of that mileage, uh

[hook]
might cop a gold chain, won’t ever change though
might cop a gold ring, won’t ever change though
might cop that panamera might cop that range rov
might f-ck your b-tch, broke or rich, still the same though

[skit]
“wait a minute.. he kind of looks like a baby!”

[verse 2]
young, but i got that super futuristic flow
all ya’ll look the same to me like master p and mystikal
you might call that ignorant but i call that subliminal
cause all my sh-t is intricate and all your sh-t predictable
and ya’ll see a motherf-cker tryna flex
never see a motherf-cker lifting, though
these motherf-ckers ain’t running sh-t
they stuck on that elliptical
i’m trying to get a million
make christina dip it low
i be on some different sh-t and y’all act like you didn’t know
shorty you on fire, you on fire, stop it, drop it, roll it
popping rocks and rolling smoke that roach till it’s too hot to hold it
chronic pot get stolen out my pocket i didn’t even know it
i was zoning, wrapped up in the moment like a corded phone and
say you locked and loaded on the block of flocka phonies
got 500 horses p-ssing my opponents like they riding ponies
man ya’ll team don’t got no movers, you act like you holding weight
man ya’ll team don’t got no shooters, you act like you golden state
but my team got a couple degrees
no g’s but the og’s f-cking with me
oh gee, grey v’s when i meet jay-z tell him: “hov, quit playing i don’t play jv”
i was saying the same thing when i was eighteen
lee jeans and black tees like i’m an a-team member
talking to mark b and i was daydreaming of thinking of jabbar and hooks like breen
let’s make a mill and get paid for it with no major deal.. i know
i’mma smoke j’s and l’s with dave chappelle and geek hard as h-ll… let’s go

[hook]

[outro]
(fat b-st-rd from austin powers farting)
“sorry.. i farted”

- cal scruby lyrics

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