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statiix - goldie remix lyrics

[statiix: verse 1]

i said it must beeeee cuz a rapper got flows
any b-st-rd talking smack, i’m smashing in his nose
known for slashing throats and throwing hoes in open caskets
think you rolling past me? i’ll make your -ss blow a gasket
all my brothers grim, come chill within the blunt smoke
i’m crashing your tower and rescuing rapunzel
i’m unbearable and spit like a smoking glock
king midas flow, i got this sh-t on goldilock
always been a cheater in this game of life
i’ll take your dice and sn-tch your spinner if the stakes are high
no matter, my flow patterns are so dapper
sh-tting on you, no cr-pper, roast rappers
with a bunsen burner, i stunt your learning, these c-nts
get murdered, i’m the top dog, you a munchkin furter
crunching vertebrates, got that gotti swag
i ain’t talking murder inc, but more like body-bagging
and toe-tagging these rappers, i’m the d-mn antagonist
i stand ravenous, dismantle all challengers
i’m the catalyst causing these cataclysms
doing damage with writtens when i smash your swagger to bits
i’m so fly when it comes to penmanship
i’ll hit the nuggets till i kick the bucket, took your b-tch
pulled out her br–sts and f-cked em, then she nibbled on my chicken strip
fry you little b-tches, no kentucky

[asap rocky: hook]

i said it must be, cause a n-gga got dough
extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
hoes at my shows they be strippin’ off they clothes
and them college girls write a n-gga name on they toes
n-ggas talk sh-t ’til they get lockjaw
chrome to ya dome ’til ya get glockjaw
party like a cowboy or a rockstar
everybody play the tough guy ’til sh-t pop off

[statiix: verse 2]

i’m all about them golden (bars), homie i’m a rover (mars)
don’t rock loafers, don’t got chauffeurs, but i’ll leave ya jaw
on the floor and rip your throat apart, i go for hearts
i need a replacement, mine is frozen, x-ray it
you can see a f-cking glacier, i’m x-rated
in the way i lay these bars, (winning) k!ll and ravage
leaving beats in turmoil, i see you haters tryna strong-arm
this is gym cl-ss, you need some shoulder curls
all my b-tches been bad, your chicks are like the golden girls
i’ll leave your block full of craters, armstrong
balling on that wizard sh-t, no harlem
pardon my wording, flow sharper than “gilette”
and the sound so sterling … no archer
but i’ll smoke the dutches till i’m laying in a coffin
hotboxing the sarcophagus, making the dead all walk again
so gimme opulence or take this c-ck in your esophagus
i stay up on that green, call me an herbivore
these dirty wh0r-s get canceled, jersey sh0r-
we gon’ have a situation if you’re hating
leave you kissing the pavement, or taking fists to the face, b-tch
erasing all these number 2’s, cuz i’m the sh-t
i’m not hopsin so i’ll tell a b-tch to ride my d-ck
f-ggots mad cuz i’m puffing on the dankest grams
raw with the smackdown, pop rocks at your candy -ss

[hook]

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