forever golden - 365 lyrics
[intro]
yeah, hey, hmm
we’re not gang members, we were just raised around gang culture
which influences our actions (b+tch!)
[chorus]
i know n++++s from the seventh, all my family from the a
people bang different ways, 365 days
on the daily, n++++, with my daily n++++s, we on ways to get paid (what?)
you know what we gotta say (why?), golden bangin’ like a gauge
[verse 1]
golden bangin’ like a gauge, hundred+twenty on the clutch
made ’bout twenty in a month, goofy goobers eat at us
particle, audible, johnny called me, said that wе got the game in a headlock
you my son and i’m your d+mn pops, i put thе game into wedlock
my ex had a baby and tried to facetime me and honestly, doggy, i’m feelin’ sick
except when i’m doin’ eighty in this b+tch and thankin’ god that i’m really rich
and i got a new girl in a sweater, goodness, she’s just like her favorite candy
try to touch her, on my paper n++++, call me bruce, i’m a vigilante
[chorus]
i know n++++s from the seventh, all my family from the a
people bang different ways, 365 days
on the daily, n++++, with my daily n++++s, we on ways to get paid
you know what we gotta say, golden bangin’ like a gauge (golden!)
[verse 2]
ay, i’m so cute and fuzzy like koala (like koala)
don’t get it twisted, b+tch, you don’t want these problems (oh no, no, no)
saucin’, got this pasta, marinara with the toppin’
we the topic of discussion when we come up in the function, on my momma (f+ck it up)
i’mma get this guala, you can’t tell me nada, you can kiss my na+na, shout out to my nana
i don’t f+ck with pradas, f+ck your gucci, i wear [?] in that hoopty [?] in the movie
i put [?] on that coochie, roll up doobies with that looseleaf
roll my dog up, call him scooby, got that shooter got that uzi
and we bangin’ out the whip, ’till i empty out the clip
i should hit you in your lip, you a dirty ass b+tch
[chorus]
i know n++++s from the seventh, all my family from the a
people bang different ways (bangin), 365 days
on the daily, n++++, with my daily n++++s, we on ways to get paid (we might, we might actually get a grammy from this song)
you know what we gotta say, golden bangin’ like a gauge
[verse 3]
went from broke to more money, to more money more problems
chasin’ hoes is for lame+os i’d rather hit on your momma
i’m 6’7 with some dollars and my brothers make it flip
and my shooters right beside me, smith and wesson with the sh+ts
that’s big boo, and you big suck, i’m lit as f+ck in an all black truck, and i only hit gas when twelve pull up (skrrt)
part of me wanna go stunt on these hoes just to flex now that everything changed
but i sit back and relax, they say i’m doing this sh+t for the fame (yeah)
but maybe it’s pain, or maybe you hurt, whatever it’s worth, we’ll get to it first
n++++s so stubborn it’s like i don’t lack
maybe you mad ’cause we all in our bag
seven miles still a better mile, and it’s been awhile, but i’m still reppin’
n++++s talkin’ on my other n++++s ’cause you dropped off like a care package
[chorus]
i know n++++s from the seventh, all my family from the a
people bang different ways, 365 days
on the daily, n++++, with my daily n++++s, (daily) we on ways to get paid (forreal)
you know what we gotta say, golden bangin’ like a gauge
i know n++++s from the seventh, all my family from the a
people bang different ways, 365 days
on the daily, n++++, with my daily n++++s, we on ways to get paid
you know what we gotta say, golden bangin’ like a gauge
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