Текст песни
Gold chain on me, GPS See who is The one, heavy on this game. Gold chain make it rain, say the L with Some fame. With some midnight Cuban itch, Ain't a brain in the pit. Treat his dogs like his kids, got his brand On his skin. Run your fists for the Henny, Or whip up that celebrity. A ho can with plenty, but she don't get No pity. I'm out here laughing plenty, I'm stacking shit like money. From here down to South Park, you could die Like Kenny. So try to get some money, From coast packing funny. Each day I'm counting cheese, man, Motherfucker hurry. Now don't you be a dummy, play me like Jim Rummy. I try to keep it biz just To keep food in my tummy. The fifty-fifty green, on the corner sliding clean. Cars stacking, paper chasing, just like I'm a fiend. It's your boy, RJ Patch, never catch me Compromising. I'ma let my gold shine, I'ma let my gold shine. All players hustling, let me see your gold shine. All my players coming up, let me see your Gold shine. Gold rings, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind. Let me see your gold shine, let me see Your gold shine. All players hustling, let me see your gold shine. All my players coming up, let me see your Gold shine. Gold rings, gold chains, Gold teeth on the grind. Let me see your gold shine, let me see Your gold shine. Gold rings, gold chains, gold teeth on the grind. Let me see your gold shine, let me see Your gold shine
SHINING BREEZZE — GOLD SHINE
«GOLD SHINE» — SHINING BREEZZE. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 1:54. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
