| Word on the street I got gold bricks
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| Put kinggold chains on yo bitch
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| Let’her cry for me, that’s hooty and a blowfish
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| She gon blow dick til she pop, how many licks?
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| Blow this popsicle, stand quick
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| Insane niggas, getting bent in a Bentley
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| Hothead trigger nigga, don’t tempt me
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| Make that ass shake like a Wendy’s frosty (frost bit)
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| In the middle week, Jebediah
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| I’m the great Alexander Empire
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| Bubble gum, put shrimp on yo dinner
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| Rocky Balboa, heart of a lion
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| Tyga, not to be fucked with, tyrant
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| On the highest level, top of mount Zion
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| She said she never fucked me, but she’s lyin
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| Team so strong, could’ve been the Minnesota Viking, fuck it!
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| Two tears nigga in a bucket
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| You don’t like me and bitch I love it
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| Livin life reckless, gold bitch stay nugget
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| Step on curry, got 30 in the luggage
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| Fuck that bitch, she’ll never get a lover
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| Timbuktu, reincarnated king Musa
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| Talkin bout medusa, these niggas just losers
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| You ain’t even do shit, I’m the coach that’s coolest
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| T ruler, sharp shooter, red ruga, not human
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| Lex Luthor, super mutant, still bruising
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| Steel chrome, still ruthless, translucent
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| Probably the best to do this
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| Ho I ain’t gotta prove shit
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| The proof’s in the bank bitch
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| Do this shit for my kids' kids
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| In the papadoce, you don’t even know what that is nigga
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| Word on the street I got gold bricks
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| Word on the street I got gold bricks
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| Heath Ledger, pill poppin, no jokin
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| Stanley Kubrick, eyes wide die opened
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| So doctor, this ain’t Broadwayin
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| Tom foolery, yall niggas horse playin
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| Most hated cuz the crib most gated
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| Most cars, a lot of broads, the most dated
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| Your cars pass through expiration
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| Second to none, no offense, none taken
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| Stick up, I’m hijakin em back
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| I’m the shit bubblewrap, get rap to rap
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| Flow god, that is so hot
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| Step on yo back bitch
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| Now you hunchback and launch from the launchin pad
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| Lougin at the pack
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| T-Raw the best rapper in there and I’m flexin 600 grand on my lap
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| Instagram, take the pilot jet ready
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| That’s an instant plane
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| Fuck yall, niggas couch mane
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| Actin ashamed, don’t be a slave
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| Put yo check on the table
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| By the end of the days paid hey hey
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| Blake fair at the world fair, fuck fair
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| When them near smell roast in the air
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| Oh yea? |
| Who that nigga with the big ass gat?
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| That’s me with the big ass gat
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| It’s a sabertooth
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| Hater eat yo life in a big ass flash
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| No pork on my plate, nigga still goin ham
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| Word on the street I got gold bricks
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| Word on the street I got gold bricks
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| Word on the street I got gold bricks |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Word On The Street, artist - Tyga. Album song Well Done 4, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп