Lyrics Gold Teeth - Blood Orange, Project Pat, Gangsta Boo

Gold Teeth

(Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I’m from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I’m from grown men don’t take no ass whoopin)
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I’m from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I’m from grown men don’t take no ass whoopin
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I’m from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I’m from grown men don’t take no ass whoopin
Feeling right (Feeling right)
Feeling nice (Feeling nice)
Feeling nice (Feeling nice)
Check the price (Check the price)
I’m on at night (I'm on at night)
Cold at night (Cold at night)
Ignore my phone (Ignore my phone)
No reply (No reply)
Prism got (Prism got)
Me feeling old (Me feeling old)
Sweat it out (Sweat it out)
Watch it go (Watch it go)
Real bad bitches, get your ass on the pole (Yeah, ho)
We gon' rumble in this ho (Yeah, ho)
We gon' rumble in this ho (Yeah, ho)
Feeling great, feeling great
Bitch I’m 'bout to take a flight
Non-commercial, bae I’m flying private
Where you wanna go tonight?
I’m thinkin' Venus, you be thinkin' Mars
Let me secure this bag, bitch I’ma hit you up tomorrow
'Cuz I ain’t got time for the bullshit
Man, I’m trying to get rich
Pussy power
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga, that’s the biz
That’s what you ain’t
I don’t be smoking the dank
Feeling so high at the bank
Candy the paint
Used to be matching the gas
Used to me getting the cash
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
I got gold teeth nigga
I’m from the street nigga
You got some beef nigga
Yeah nigga, yeah nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where I’m from grown men don’t take no ass whoopin'
Feeling right (Feel alright)
Feeling nice (Feeling nice, yeah ho)
Feeling nice (Feeling nice)
Check the price (Bitch, check the price)
I’m on at night (Ho, I’m on tonight)
Cold at night (Man, it’s cold at night)
Ignore my phone (Bitch, ignore my phone)
No reply (No reply, yeah, ho)
Real bad bitches, get your ass on the pole (Patta)
We gon' rumble in this ho
We gon' rumble in this ho (Ooh)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I know they scared, nigga
Choppers popping, leg hitters
Coming for head
Get 'em up, get 'em gone
I stay in my lane, man
Diamonds in my chain, man
Your bitch got that brain game
I’ma let this dick slang
All in her esophagus
Tickle in her tonsils
My pockets are monstrous
I’m just having fun with her
But you got a problem, huh?
She told me about this
Say your flow gon' make me rob 'em, huh?
452 is Northern, huh?
Don’t you make this a problem, huh?
(We gon' rumble in this ho
We gon' rumble in this ho)
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
I’m from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin'
And where I’m from
Grown men don’t take no ass whoopin'
Feeling right
Feeling nice
Feeling nice
Check the price
I’m on at night
Cold at night
Ignore phone
No reply
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
Go get your boys, nigga
I bring the noise, nigga
So bring your toys, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
You got your drama, boy
Marijuana, boy
I’ll shoot your mama, boy