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daniel son (mc) - gold clips lyrics

[talking – daniel son]
40 water man
where my guatemalans?
we good?

[verse 1 – daniel son]
making mean runs
these people never seen nothing like me
young cold hearted dr. freeze son
ranks in the sequoia and the truck is green
stolen keys, sippin rum
son i’m f-ckin lean
polo lounge be the summer scene
200 for the jeans
man skiing on the f-cking sleeve
woke up from a hundred dreams
four nightmares
my girl making sure that the gun is clean
40 ounces spillin liquor on the concrete
wars over sellers pitching on the wrong street
cops want me sittin for a long seat
seen em taking pictures out the tinted yukon jeep
never not speaking in codes
jack boys wanna leave me with holes
take my money, bleed in the road
smoke heavy while the beat is composed
moonshine chemist, dreams of the stove
let me wake you up

[talking – daniel son]
there’s no tellin man
i might be hilfigered down to the ground
with those iversons, bro

[hook x2]
i learned the keys to success because i failed young
beef we bring it to your door like when the mail come
he was driving the beamer but then the tail spun
i shot the back tire with a nailgun

[verse 2 – daniel son]
thought i was good before, but now i’m way better
iversons, rock the philly sh-ll like i’m mayweather
sonsarelli like a legend in the making
b-tches say my essence is amazing
beverages are aging, stay connected with the asians
louis vietnam with the package at the yacht dock
put the blade right through your stomach, caught the soft spot
caution tape, line the corner, someone got shot
a mother lost her son, a shooter lost his gun
you ain’t seen me in some months, probably on the run
smoke so many blunts, abusive to my lungs
this girl she on the molly, got her chewin on her tongue
she like uma thurman, she would catch a body
waiting at that red light, sitting on a kawasaki
take a shot of saki, wash the shrimp back
i’m a pimp like slick back, remember that
you could probably find me where the nice weather’s at
or at the horse races, i just f-cked up seven stacks

[talking – daniel son]
it’s nothing
i’ll get it back
i’ve been tryin to live drama free these days
obviously i failed at that
my phone blowing up, it’s no good!

- daniel son mc lyrics

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