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It's like, it's like that yeah Pac Div, Gold Rush Reminiscing when I was naïve Out the game was it money or was it fame? I was tryna game it was both From the pulse time again Had to pause about losing lopes I was tryna bang I was neither young rapper Well I arrive in the new bus heaters Real nigger and no fucking diva Loud bitches pop the reefa Coupe rhymes down the pump to beat up Unbelievers with a motivation Roll in the couple of your favors try to comment shit Little pieces of your genius, jacking the style So why you up in the cloud, some up in me though Kudos to all the real ones that show support Just wanna see my homies make it as we hold the fort Back in the game my mans rock the fellow sport Tell the fellas I only see'em when you go to court What the fuck we on this money chase to when it follow Bitches shallow taste the niggers tryna get the lotto Using models around the paddles Somehow I never lost the love Letras de cancionesLove the way you make me feel For real it's like this is surreal Light it up and take a hit Damn that's some bomb shit I make'em say we on, we on, we on That's what they're saying we on, we on, we on I heard'em say we on, we on, we on I make'em say we on From the corner of this basement room blazing To the ends of all come for glory I'm the holder of that action tune raising fools up Took the train but it was bound to nowhere Where you going what the fuck has happened? They asking and I tell'em You ain't never heard a sound just like this And everybody else is just as right I love the way she got me feeling I feel it she make that MDMA come up sharp 10 babies walking on the ceiling So where my motherfucking medicine? Medicine yeah I see the tunnels that approaching quick How the hood will taste the medicine In hell the fugitive will hold it in Forever Imma change the' But first I exhale the universe Love the way you make me feel For real it's like this is surreal Light it up and take a hit Damn that's some bomb shit I make'em say we on, we on, we on That's what they're saying we on, we on, we on I heard'em say we on, we on, we on I make'em say we on Champion flow rocking show like a polo Rap mogul niggers know the Gold rush logo We global like living mogul like the song gone Gold Rush rolling strong cause all of us gonna hold on In out own zone Ladies love my cologne and my home gone This is celebration bitches Getting paid we all making money These bitches acting tish is acting like my dick is not delicious But I never tasted it time never wasted it Too busy making hits roll with the shooters We ain't even after no more We just taken it chicks ain't even asking no more We just take the dick baby I ain't saying shit You already know what people do for these ends That's why your boy is running shit like Montezuma's revenge And all my good girls coast with me And all my bad bitches coast with me And all these haters that won the trip Just know I got the toast with me And all my good girls coast with me And all my bad bitches coast with me And all these haters that won the trip Just know I got the toast with me With me, with me, with me Just know I got the toast with me And all my bad bitches coast with me But just know I got the toast with me From Letras Mania