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patrick zae - goldline 2 lyrics

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whoa
we don’t ever fold
everybody on their toes
hoping they don’t get exposed
i got goals
i got goals
and i keep’em on the low
because they don’t need to know
need to know
that i’m bout to go gold

man squad in the house
they fresh in the trap
like they not from the south
don’t play any games
no talking it out
in the back with your girl and i’m all in her mouth
fell in love with the hook
got the sirens in the back
man i roll with some wolves
making fire from the scratch
yeah you like how i act
king midas on the track
b-tch i’m bout to go gold
like i’m the brightest in the pack
so what
it’s zae
not trynna hear what you have to say
especially if that sh-t ain’t about to get me paid
with that being said
keep that there up in your brain
you don’t like it when i’m me
i don’t like you or your team
i don’t like a lot of sh-t
but when it’s you, i turn green
everybody saying “zae man you gotta think pink
like the color of the garments that she wearing underneath”
like the color of my eyes when i’m walking down the streets
b-tch i’m bout to go gold
like the color of my t–th
and i ain’t even stressed
i don’t need rest
and i don’t got time to argue who the f-ck the best
i’m next
oooooooh
the world don’t stop
when the sun don’t shine
so act like life’s on the jumbotron
and say this sh-t for the hundredth time

whoa

whoa
we don’t ever fold
everybody on their toes
hoping they don’t get exposed
i got goals
i got goals
and i keep’em on the low
because they don’t need to know
need to know
that i’m bout to go gold

zae in the place
flames in the brain
and they staying amazed
roll pearls like kay
take’em straight to the face
enough gas in my bag
drive a tank for some days
told dre it’s bout to get wild in gwinnett
only thing that i regret
is he can’t see them get upset
when i drop this f-cking guillotine
on everybody’s neck
i’m the motherf-cking summer
girl you better get undressed
cause me & mr. hotspot bout to hot box
bring your friends to the hotel to film a montage
bring my circle to you squares
we can make your block pop
no time for you b-grades
we the top notch
man f-ck being humble
welcome to the jungle
everywhere you look
you’ll see another person hustle
you the bottom of the food-chain
that just equals trouble
the real champions
they ain’t even in the huddle
and i don’t got time to deal with any of you fakes
and i don’t got time to deal with any of the hate
and i don’t got time to even sit here and debate
cause i know that i am great
no reason to explain
oooooooh
the world don’t stop when the sun don’t shine
so act life’s on the jumbotron
and say this sh-t for the hundredth time

whoa

whoa
we don’t ever fold
everybody on their toes
hoping they don’t get exposed
i got goals
i got goals
and i keep’em on the low
because they don’t need to know
need to know

bout to go gold
and i’m stunting on these hoes
bout to go gold all these b-tches gotta know
bout to go gold like i never been before
bout to go gold
b-tch i’m bout to go gold

golden greatness

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