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Eighty4 Fly

Genres: Hip-Hop

Gold Lyrics - Eighty4 Fly

Everything is gold, everything is equal 

Posted on the porch just chillin', me and my people 

Eyelids closed, gold sun shines on 

The world's coated in the gold Krylon 

Yea, and these days days days 

They never run away 

Gold tints, shades, that block out that golden haze 

Take all the gold from the pawnshop that lives behind the case 

And get to give it away 

My gold erupted from volcano's in the heavens 

And every shrine that existed in time melting 

Tombs open, Dookie Ropes on the bells 

When everything is gold, who cares about the carats? 

They say that gold's the skin of the gods 

You can't take the band there when you're gone 

Now I'll tip over that kiosk in the mall 

As the sunset falls into tomorrow 

 

Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold 

Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold 

And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe 

Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated 

So we're feeling like gold 

 

Five hundred thousand soul 

Slick rick gold, row fun, hella cold 

Yea we're feeling like gold 

So fresh head to toe 

Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated 

So we're feeling like gold 

 

Alright now we open up that car door 

Hop out, hope they notice us 

Throughout society we been locked in that cobra clutch 

More gold bottles, gold bottles, never sober up 

Ditch Jesus, In gold I Trust 

I solemnly swear to wear my cross and stunt 

Separate myself by sticking out just because 

That's how you illustrate power and who you're above 

But nah, tonight we take it, take it, giving it back 

Crack open the vault, let everyone mob in the bank 

Take whatever they want, we party and give thanks 

I've been rocking gold chains since pee was in the tank 

You only live once, you only live once 

Watch Rick Ross give his Jesus piece to a bum 

'Cause tonight we ball, we ball, we comin' up 

Paintin' the globe gold, two steppin' on the sun 

 

Like gold, five hundred thousand sold 

Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold 

And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe 

Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated 

So we're feeling like gold 

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh oh 

Today we're feeling like gold 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

 

Gold coins, gold phone, gold car 

Costs at least 10 racks to get 16 gold bars 

Gold rush, suck on my gold dust stuntin' 

Under these gold trunks, that's 2 golden nugget 

Flyin' on the gold eagle, flier than the rest of 'em 

Passing space needle, golden shower on pedestrians 

Excuse me, that's my bad, that's my eagle and he shouldn't of 

My eagle got hair, that motherfucker got a mullet bruh 

And it's gold, two girls gold brass 

Lounging on the water, feet in the gold sand 

Sipping on Orangina, arms around them both pants 

They're sipping Olde English right out of a gold can 

Two girls, gold spandex so pretty 

That girl ain't even gold, she just got golden girl titties 

I'm kidding, everyone is gold in my city 

You paint Betty White gold, even Betty White can get it 

Get it, get it, get it, get it 

 

Today we're feeling like gold, five hundred thousand sold 

Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold 

And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe 

Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated 

So we're feeling like gold 

 

Five hundred thousand sold 

Slick Rick Gold, row fun, hella cold 

And we stay fresh, so fresh head to toe 

Ghost slowly faded, 14 carat plated 

So we're feeling like gold 

 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh 

So we're feeling like gold 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, 

Oh, oh, oh, oh, 

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