Gold Rappers

B. Smyth

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Oh, yeah, oh
Diamond in the back, Sun roof top
Diggin' the scene with a gangsta lean
We at rooftop, seen a couple friends at the bar baby
Oh, and on my mind all I'm thinking 'bout is who I'm taking home with me
Oh, yeah show the ropes, I'm going through the motions
And I guess we can call it the pregame, oh

But now we on the clouds, got you gripping on my jock
Check on the rocks, and we ain't even get back to the car
Oh, well she just wanna show love, give a fuck about the finer things
Oh, yeah, she just wanna do drugs, roll something and get high with me
Oh, well she just wanna show love, she can't wait for us to leave the scene
I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand, she my one night fan
Oh, oh I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand

Yo
You get the foreign cars and new Chanel bags
She avoid the Black Fridays and all the sale tags
Say she found out I was funny through my snaps
Realise I was a hustler, now she love my raps
The feel I'm only focused for the time being
Mansions in multiple cities, still I'm dying to see ya
Saw your best friend, she offered me her phone number

Iced out, gave her ass the cold shoulder
I represent you as you represent me
It all come to light how we move in the streets
Rubbing on your neck and kissing on your knees
Gold wrappers, rolling up, we twisting trees
But now we on the clouds, got you gripping on my jock
Check on the rocks, and we ain't even get back to the car

Oh, well she just wanna show love, give a fuck about the finer things
Oh, yeah, she just wanna do drugs, roll something and get high with me
Oh, well she just wanna show love, she can't wait for us to leave the scene
I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand, she my one night fan

Oh, oh I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand
Body to body, the night is now
Round after round, I need more than Bud
Promise your illusion's no fantasy
Panties fall down, that's some autumn leaves
Body to body, the time has come
Going all night to the morning Sun
Ruby red lipstick on me
Call up the Uber 'cause it's time to leave

Oh, well she just wanna show love, give a fuck about the finer things
Oh, yeah, she just wanna do drugs, roll something and get high with me
Oh, well she just wanna show love, she can't wait for us to leave the scene
I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand, she my one night fan
Oh, oh I'm leavin' gold wrappers on the nightstand