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the double g (rap) – gold ferrari lyrics

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uhh yeah its the double jizzy yeah lets go sometimes to be a rapper you gotta know yourself before you go yourself uhh turn up

hook 1:
and could i be a star

the engine in back of my car

i spend on anything that’s got a revving engine in

my gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can’t touch it
gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
dash yeah lets go

verse 1

franky lymon the lime light gets old

b-tch i’m delivering gold

we forever be real, we’ll never fold

anything that i spit comes out in gold!

but like the diamonds and gold

the truth shall be told

but i’mma build it ground up, let’s again

i dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain

this sh-t would leave rosetta stoned

steering silver falls like brittle gold

women front, they get its cold

i got a watch wit all gold

i mean of course just the same old

you gotta go all day for that gold

i got that gold cemetery flow

ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

hook 1:
and could i be a star

the engine in back of my car

i spend on anything that’s got a revving engine in

my gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can’t touch it
gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
dash yeah lets go

verse 2:

i’m in a ferrari, racin’, chasin’ the end of the line, placin’ number one

while you f-cking with mei’m a self-made millionaire!thug livin’, out of prison

“aw, no ma’am” i’m an old land mine

sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime

who ain’t really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz

you can call me cancer but i don’t smoke cigarettes

i dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/

i step through the stomach, replace the baby with some f-cking pounds

stop flossing, all you “ballers”, f-ck your benz, shiny wheels

i just wanna get some head, maybe -ss ‘fore i leave

can’t find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister

can you see past your shiny clothes and feel your mind get dimmer,im already past that zipping by in a ferrari they in a hatchback

triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

verse 3:

they tryin to say that i don’t care

spinning like my many rims through the air

flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on

me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my

dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

my ride old but my rims new

not to sh-t on you

new dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear

iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip

and strangle you with that f-cking leather jacket

i’ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

magic johnson money but i ain’t got no rims

rims, henny, and reminisce

thug sh-t, i keep a beamed out fifth

hook:

and could i be a star

the engine in back of my car

i spend on anything that’s got a revving engine in

my gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can’t touch it
gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
dash yeah lets go

- the double g rap lyrics

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