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issa gold - royalist lyrics

[verse 1]
she hit me up like where you at, i’m with my hittas
small circle of winners smoking, plotting on my business
she like f-ck them n-gg-s with you
everytime i hit you
you ain’t never ’round, you missing
talking ’bout you a commitment
i’ll be back and forth
like i’m on a court, i’m tryna play the course
taking notes
tryna win a sport but n-gg- only lost
she chasing nostalgia
i’m taming my karma
everytime i call her she be with it i just stall up
i’ll be fronting, cause i got something
i didn’t [?], it ain’t nothing
i tell her [?]
i know i love it
she fresh out the shower, i tell i roll my marijuana
i be sipping colada like i’m on a beach in cubana
she equip with the drama, until i f-ck that b-tch so proper
young indigo prophet, my n-gg- ain’t no way to stop it
i be touring, im somewhere foreign
you know i’m whoring
when i’m back around the state
you know she back up on my plate

[hook]
she know she can’t lead the king
her highness my favorite, royalist
yeah she trust in god, but n-gg- heaven sent
tryna get back, to the point where we could prosper
but the princess is a b-tch, she turn a n-gg- from gold back to copper
(x2)

[verse 2]
mind of gold, i showed her
that’s what i demote her
when she meet me [?] she can’t reach my motorola
i be out, leave a n-gg- alone
dont’t hit up my phone
unless you need a n-gg- come and bone and put you in your zone
coast to coast, need to check my post
n-gg- always ghost
reefer smoke
[?] in my clothes, the airport let me go
while i’m flying n-gg-s sipping whine
first try, she recline
still divine, lyrics in my mind i think i jot ’em down
on my way back to the stuy, around the realest
new york city state of mind, my n-gg- no one keep it triller
when i land
gotta hit up before that sour stank, that’s super dank
spent some [?], so i hit the bank
go to my corolla
pick my phone up, call her
what you doing? come over [?] drinks and marijuana
she said “n-gg- hold up
your girl ain’t ‘gon show up?”
i’m like “b-tch don’t worry ’bout it come get your sh-t tore up”

- issa gold lyrics

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