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gold saint - 1982 chevy nova [p. f1thly] lyrics

verse:
i done touched down for the crispy hunnids
ina car color brown like whitney husband
posted on crown, chillin with me cousins
i call them me cousin cuz they with me hustling
i just pulled up with that b-tch he lovin
but i dropped that b——- off cuz that b-tch be bugging
smoking on that rick ross my blunt big and bubbling
i ship them zips off f-ck that sh-t you blubbering
i just punt i kick off for my n-ggas struggling
i f-ck up a beat till the beat ugly
i run up the street something like rugby
bossing never b-tching, getting bucks on buckley
pockets empty, stiching showing like i’m hungry
both my palms was itching, so i got from underneath
i kept calm, kept kicking like i had some soccer cleats
make sure you have business, ‘for you come and talk to me
give me fifty inches, call before you cop from me
leave you with deep st-tches, ain’t no way you robbin me
wait…. i really got a batman ain’t you robin, me
i be smoking afghan, this sh-t taste so bomb to me
you be smoking trashcan get this bullsh-t off of me
ima denver black man smoking on my property
you think this wack man you ain’t listen properly
i be rolling broccoli
going 82
just to keep the police off of me
1982, chevy nova rolling softly
color navy blue, that b-tch wet like noah’s arch be
i feel more than cool, you got beef i grill like arby’s
and i serve to fools
whipped that work than served the food
i might serve to you
they might midnight murder you
if they ain’t heard a you

i don’t think it occurred to you
that i ain’t scurred of you

this here what i been on
y’all just barely learnt to do….its easy

- gold saint lyrics

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