| Spittin' image of perfection; |
| yo quick question, baby can I get directions?
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| She said: «To where?»
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| I said I’m trying to get to heaven
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| I was hoping you were an angel or your daddy is a revern
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| At least, peace, I’m Sugar
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| Friends call me Slim
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| Now you don’t know me from a can of Sherwin Williams
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| But if you willing, hell if you chilling
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| We conversation pushing kush to the ceiling
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| You quite appealing, shorty they all told you that right
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| Venus, lady you goddess like
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| I respect it even more cause you the modest type
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| Hell, when god made you he knew he got it right
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| Type of body a nigga gotta like
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| Could make a queer fellow wanna get a model wife
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| Hey bartender, server her whatever bottle she like
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| Fuck price! |
| Tip the waiter to keep it on ice
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| I heard about you from my nigga Dice
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| He described you as being more than kind of nice
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| Fit for a king you should have that type of life
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| All covered in gold and diamonds, right?
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| I love your attitude, and your skin tone
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| Queen Cleopatra Ms. Cleopatra Jones
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| Type of women I would take in holy matrimon'
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| Shorty fly, she don’t ever get her ratchet on
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| I cut those other hoes off I got my hatchet on
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| Trying to lock it down with you put the latchet (?) on
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| Cut the lights dim; |
| turn the music on
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| Burn a doobie making love to a Roots song
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| Her shoes, her blouse Louie Vuitton
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| Plus the matching bag, she high fashion
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| Ralph romance, smell it when we slow dance
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| Glass in my scottle (?) got you doing it with no hands
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| Caddy broham, drop top slow jam
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| Ain’t it pronounced brone, I’m like no ma’am
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| Grammar country as Nelly was I’m barely buzzed
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| She rolling up for a nigga I might’ve fell in love
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| I wanna Rolex your wrist up gold first lady
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| 18-karat cut
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| Jackie, Hilliary Michelle Obama such and such
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| It ain’t no rush it’s just
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| Let’s take a gamble and she if we can hit
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| You looking lovely as a winning lotto ticket Ms
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| You got me feeling lucky I should play the quick pick
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| Have us both covered in gold and shit Slick Rick
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| Check retweet pics on your timeline
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| Follow each other but rarely do we correspond
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| At least publicly
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| And she luckily, doesn’t mind bitches saying they fuck with me
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| You can’t blame hoes
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| Gentleman of leisure baby you know how the game goes
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| What you think I slang for
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| So I can hang Vera Wang on my main ho
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| I let her know that it’s a lifestyle change
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| I let her know there’s some out things that, try and ruin is
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| She like «True enough
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| But we can make it if we try just the two of us.»
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| Build with the shit
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| I love her quick wit
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| Perfect timing baby you deserve a diamond
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| I understand why fools fall in love
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| Something about the way you shine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Covered In Gold , by - Sts. Song from the album The Illustrious, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп