Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stay Gold, artist - Run the Jewels. Date of issue: 24.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stay Gold |
| Say, «Dad, uncle El, stay gold» |
| Dad, uncle El, stay gold |
| Ay, I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl |
| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk |
| And they get it like gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold |
| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch |
| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that’s gold |
| I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl |
| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk |
| And I get it like gold |
| All you fucking frauds can keep juggling lava rocks, I’m non-compliant |
| I’ll define it, nothing servile, all defiance |
| You’re gonna love how we ride to the gates on a lion, high and smiling |
| Me and Mike, we just think alike, we can’t stop high-fiving |
| I’m not a running man, I’ll do the wop on you hoes, then grab the dough |
| I hit a lick every time that we park the bus, then it’s time to go |
| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch |
| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold |
| We fuss, we fight, we fuck like freaks what a fabulous marriage |
| You ain’t lived you life 'til you’ve seen a bad bitch eat your wife like a |
| savage |
| Not your average guys, we play cool but see through savage eyes |
| We’re the crooks, we’ll run the jux and kidnap mom from jazzercise |
| Get Stockholm syndrome when she get home, mom’s like, «I like those fucking |
| guys.» |
| Hey, thanks for the ransom handsome, let Mom know the guys loved her pumpkin pie |
| I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl |
| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk |
| And they get it like gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold |
| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch |
| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that’s gold |
| Check it out, gold is shiny, gold is fun |
| Some like taking gold with guns |
| A heart ain’t gold if it don’t like us |
| But go for the gold dumb fuck, good luck |
| A golden boy man good as gold |
| Golden rule is, «Don't lose your soul.» |
| Piss on power, golden shower |
| Golden rays of sun grow my dope |
| Look at my gold |
| Going for the gold 'fore a G get old and his heart grow cold |
| I go-go-go for every year my career was slow |
| And seemed that it wouldn’t go |
| And you should know, we pitch these rhymes |
| Like Smoltz, like Glavine, like Maddux in ninety-five |
| And now we shine just like Eddie |
| Golden teeth from Greenbriar in ninety-nine |
| Can’t be broke when you own gold rope |
| Pawn shops offering cash for those |
| Cash is fake though, gold accrues |
| I make my own gold, golden goose |
| Run down yellow brick roads toward riches |
| Just be sure to not trust no wizards |
| The golden age is now gone, admit it |
| All that’s gold is not gold that glitters |
| Thirty-six inch Cuban as I’m movin' through Cuba |
| With a half a ki of gold on my neck (Shit) |
| Call me Gaddafi and pay me in gold |
| 'Cause your money ain’t really worth shit |
| Just a piece of paper to promote propaganda |
| To keep you in debt and know your dick |
| I see these dope boys had shit right all along |
| Puttin' gold all in them they bitch |
| I got a bad girl, I got a brain-with-an-ass girl |
| She got a mean bop, I got a lean to the way I walk |
| And they get it like gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold |
| I got a good thing with a bad bitch, that’s rare bitch |
| She don’t even like you hoes, she’ll walk into a room take errr bitch, gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, it’s gold |
| G-O-L-D, G-O-L-D, that’s (gold) |