Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rose Gold , by - 42 Dugg. Release date: 26.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Rose Gold |
| Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones |
| Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? |
| Ask that hoe, who dick she on? |
| I still sell them bricks for low |
| I fuck with that piccolo (That green still) |
| Ask around, I’m 6−0 |
| Pass the loud, I’m getting stoned |
| I might ring my bitch |
| Freaky texting, wanna fuck |
| Bae, can I bring my bitch? |
| Say that pussy where she love me |
| Watch her sing my shit |
| How the fuck you niggas judgin'? |
| I was just locked up |
| Forty-one's all flooded |
| Bezzle Bent rocked up |
| These young niggas come from nothin' |
| Why you won’t stop us |
| Dog, weed, lean and pills |
| This a one-stop truck |
| Doggy losin' interest, bitch |
| Yeah, once I fuck |
| All the real hoes tucked |
| Damn near can’t be touched |
| Somebody 'bout to make it crazy |
| Why it can’t be us? |
| Why it can’t be me? |
| I’m in that new GT |
| Cream dark blue seats |
| I cashed out on that bitch |
| Meek just hit me for a verse |
| I passed out on that bitch |
| Drekk got two AP’s, a Richard and a house on her neck |
| I don’t care about who we kill |
| Stop acknowledging rats, bitch |
| Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah) |
| Everything froze (Everything) |
| Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours |
| All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?) |
| Come and get you some (Yeah) |
| Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones |
| Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? |
| Ask that hoe, who dick she on? |
| I still sell them bricks for low |
| I fuck with that piccolo (That green still) |
| (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) |
| 2020 niggas know who killed the most (Killed the most) |
| Tell lil bro, «They scared, we somewhere close» |
| «So don’t make insta posts» (Don't make insta posts) |
| Drug trafficking, don’t call 'round askin', come get instant quotes |
| (Get instant quotes) |
| Doggy, you know I don’t focus on rapping, I’m still sellin' dope |
| (And I’m just sellin' dope) |
| I got it out not tucked, in my choppa I trust (nigga, I trust) |
| It wasn’t easy takin' over but I had dropped my nuts |
| I know there’s some crucial bloody brothers that hate my guts |
| (Nigga's gonna hate me, hate me) |
| We be whackin' shit for real, they beefin' for PR stunts |
| So if it’s up then its stuck |
| Rapper’s cappin', got they Yeekie’s in they trunk |
| Just on my lap and on clutch, so if I up, nigga, duck |
| Hit at least one every month (Every month) |
| Maybe two, if they get bold |
| Like my connect fuck with them strippers |
| I got plugs on them poles |
| Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah) |
| Everything froze (Everything) |
| Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours |
| All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?) |
| Come and get you some (Yeah) |
| Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones |
| Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? |
| Ask that hoe, who dick she on? |
| I still sell them bricks for low |
| I fuck with that piccolo (That green still) |
| Maybach truck could get the ghost |
| Fuck it, Gotti, get em both |
| I fuck with that coke so much, I signed to my nigga (AMG) |
| Keep that shit in Memphis (Why?) |
| 'Cause I’m down with my nigga |
| If they sent it, I got it |
| Not the Richy, the Patek |
| All my bitches be laughing, why? |
| Shit used to be funny |
| Them ten thousand stacks, nigga |
| Them used to be hundreds and them bitches y’all walkin' with |
| Them used to be runners |
| Call me Mr. Rose Gold (Yeah) |
| Everything froze (Everything) |
| Fuck a five, forever throwin' fours |
| All my niggas know I used to sell dope (What?) |
| Come and get you some (Yeah) |
| Fentanyl for the eighty, come and get you ones |
| Hey, I don’t wanna have no baby, bitch, what tip you want? |
| Ask that hoe, who dick she on? |
| I still sell them bricks for low |
| I fuck with that piccolo (That green still) |