Goldie Freestyle Lyrics - Lola Monroe

Said It's must be cause a bitch up on the Source 

Mutha fuckin right we got the District on the source 

Hold up , 

Smile every time my face is up in the source 

I hippied on a biggie, 

Pan Amera'd on the Porsche 

Bangs with the gang get ya blocked popped off 

I split bitchies swallow till they get locked jaw 

I mirrored them figures 

That pull statistics like triggers 

I move samplistical on niggas 

I'm just the sickest of bitches 

Okay now hold up, hold up 

Fuck they mean 

I'm colder, polar 

best believe my flow'a show her, 

Hold a stroller 

Haulin' ass up out my lane 

better ask about my slang 

I got head shot's for bitches 

who trana copy my frame 

She know, he know, we know 

I fck around and go Debo 

When I get smokey up in your ego 

Better get on my shot's ain't no free throw 

And Givenchy with a mojito 

Easy for me though 

How bitches all want my swag I could easily go repo 

And snatch my shit back , in a black on black vest 

Smack attack on that track 

Run and combat your whack raps 

Niggas hotter than when I leave my perm in for too long 

And I never gave a fuck about a nigger who on 

I'm like one of them 

I'm my own bitch 

type bitches on my rich 

White dishes my wrist 

Quite viscous I dislike snitches 

they fuck they nigga over cause they pussy at heart 

Though you work to bring that quarter back Bret Favre 

I've been tryna get these niggas of me 

Can't even stack your c-notes so your fingers off key 

O-G at heart keep my shit low key 

I just cop me a new royce the perpetual rolley 

O-D these bitches fake out more smokin mirrors 

and my clique read thru gags so don't get the chokin near us 

Really though , who the fuck illa 

I'll wait, Taylor Gang unleashed a killa