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hd4president - mouth fulla golds lyrics

mouth fulla golds lyrics
[intro]
yo’ dad
tooley on me tight, i cannot let you take my life, you think i’m slippin’ that’s your life
(ben)
aye, aye
tooley on me tight
aye, aye, yeah
tooley on me tight, i cannot let you take my life, you think i’m slippin’ that’s your life
aye, tooley on me tight, b+tch, i been known to roll the dice might play me once, won’t play me twice

[verse 1]
ain’t no backing down from sh+t, i got this tooley on me
p+ssy b+tch, if you get outta line, i put this tooley on you (yeah)
designer on my feet, b+tch, i be drippin’, i be coolin’ on ’em
my n+gga, he from compton, he a blood, hе say he boolin’ on ’em
thirty grand in jewеlry, that’s a whole lotta ice, n+gga (yeah, yeah)
f+ckin’ on his hoochie in my gucci’s, these some nice slippers (aye)
she poppin’ that coochie, if she bad you know i might tip her (you know i might tip her)
b+tch, i’m banded up, i got it jumpin’ like i’m mike, n+gga
big ol’ tooley on me, you know i ain’t finna fight, n+gga (uh+uh)
ten thousand dollars in my pocket, b+tch, that’s light, n+gga
quarter key of work, watch how i stuff it like a pipe filter (like a pipe filter)
c3 crashing with that cutter, motherf+cker, it’s on site, n+gga (yeah)
murder, murder, murder, k!ll, k!ll, it’s a homicide
i done seen some n+ggas get they sh+t popped, b+tch, i’m traumatized (yeah)
hoppin’ out with draco’s, all my n+ggas doing the murder dance (all n+ggas)
if this sh+t get crucial, call up ++++, that’s my murder man (that’s my k!ller)
[chorus]
bad b+tch strike a pose (pose)
pull up in a rolls (yeah)
i just say one word, now she coming out her clothes (yeah)
thuggin’ with my bros (bros)
turnt up at my shows (shows)
gangster ass n+gga with a mouth full of gold (gold)

[verse 2]
big ole bag on me, bank account full of o’s (full of o’s)
drppin’ bag on ’em gucci down to the toes (yeah)
coccinea shawty, sniffing down to the nose (yeah)
step off in yo’ party, louis down with some hoes (yeah)
all my n+ggas clucthin’, we was thuggin’ up in middle school (yeah)
sold my lil’ ,380, had to go and get a bigger tool
went copped a mercedes for the haters, b+tch, i been a fool
try to sn+tch my chain and watch how quick i up and k!ll a dude (k!ll a dude)
carbons in the car, b+tch, we got all kind of guns (yeah)
n+ggas wan’ be like me, i got all kind of sons (uh)
fifty grand in hundreds, n+gga, i don’t flex with ones (no)
b+tch, fifty in this cutter, got my own special gun (yeah)
my dawg, he got shot, his momma cried on me
f+ck it, i ain’t gon’ rap about that sh+t, we just gon’ slide on ’em
two+piece and a biscuit, we ain’t even need no fries on ’em
server a b+tch like popeyes’s, we hop out, don’t do drive+by’s
[chorus]
bad b+tch strike a pose (pose)
pull up in a rolls (uh)
i just say one word, now she coming out her clothes (yeah)
thuggin’ with my bros (bros)
turnt up at my shows (shows)
gangster ass n+gga with a mouth full of gold (gold)

[outro]
aye, aye, aye, gangster ass n+gga with a mouth full of gold (full of gold)
aye, aye, aye, i’m just a gangster ass n+gga with a mouth full of gold (full of gold)

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