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mxjib - gold coated lyrics

[chorus]
slvr bck
ooh
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated!

[verse 1]
rckstr
no i got no lamb but i’m ridin’ through the 6
when that b-tch hit me up know she suckin’ on the d-ck
got a supermodel yeah and you know she super thick
all the ice on my neck yeah you know i got that drip
i’mma go ahead and pull up in that brand-new foreign whip
bum -ss homies always sayin’ that they rockin’ with the crips
when you standing’ in my way, gonna get hit with the blitz
when they ask me “what lil rocky do?” i pop extended clips ayee!

slvr bck
now i gotta black girl sippin’ on the wine
gotta flex, never stress, come i’ll take you back to mine
d-mn she feelin’ super fine, gotta call on other line
you know that i’m feeling fine, ‘cus it’s already p-ssed 9
they be sayin’ you can’t teach an old dog some new tricks

rckstr
then how come i can still add your ma’ to the mix?

slvr bck
heard that you be throwin’ fits

rckstr
get my shot yeah i won’t miss

slvr bck
dropped a mil’ that’s not my crib

rckstr
now lil’ rocky rich and sh-t
all my notes th’ain’t counterfeit
to the ‘feine yeah i commit
wanna fight? (yeah) go at it
start the car, now reverse it
these shoes ain’t from rivers, sh-t

[chorus]

rckstr
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated, aye!

[verse 2]

slvr bck
gold coated in front of me
undercover on my tee
takin’ that girl to the checkout, no returns, no receipt
gold chain, watches and more, i ain’t happy with the score
b-tch i’m deliver in’ your gold, d-mn this slushee h-lla cold
you know that the pockets loaded
yeah your b-tch a stove, she top it
all the haters tell me “stop it!”
in the picture yeah please crop it

rckstr
my last songs yeah they all floppin’
this song yeah ain’t nothin’ toppin’
lookin’ how these b-tch be flockin’
even though i do no frontin’
from the bottom to the top, no i ain’t ever gonna stop
i feel like i’m playboi carti, mixin’ with that milly rock
in new york i whip the pot, yeah
rollin’ with the squad, yeah
too many problems, got a lot, but you know one ain’t a thot
when i roll up on the block my shooters gonna shoot a lot
(let’s go)

[chorus]

rckstr and slvr bck
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
gold coated
aye!

- mxjib lyrics

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