The Niceguys

The Niceguys - Ari Gold (Remix) lyrics

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(feat. Bun B & Yves)

Uh, Its the Remix

Ari Gold. We're Back

Thought I would change?

Never that

Brought a special guest this time around

Its my boy Terrance McQuewick

Ya dig? Uh, a one-two a one-two

This "blank" is awesome James

We're gonna kill 'em with this one"

Verse 1 (Yves)

I'm hard. I'm hard. Bogarting yall hallway

Cuz I'm broad, Yall just broads. We both "broader than Broadway."

With regards, to moi, I'm taking up ALL LANES!

As far as yall, ya just broadsides

You're more Ahmad Rashad, stuffing ya insides

Just to get by, (I) bent the law. bent it over

Forgot to try Hashem , Allah or Jehovah

Case of the 'sposedtas (supposed to's)

The Good Book I need Holy Ghostes

Bent the Word. Gave the spine scoliosis

Prepared to air 'em out give 'em holy ghostes

He tripping he a leader don't he know he Moses

Where's the Love? Divas get no devotion

My Love left nigga no emotion

Hook - facetiously

Sugar. Honey. Iced. Tea. (SHIT)

M. I. Double crooked letter M. E. (Miss me)

H. E. Double Hockey Stick (Hell), would I say sorry for?

I'm Ari Gold

Yeah, nothing like the real thing yeah

(Nothing like it nothing like it)

There's nothing like the real thiiiiiing!

Verse 2 (Yves)

Do that shit. Do that shit. DO THAT!

I'm alluding to fact!

I'm never aloof from where the loot at!

Rothschild

Argyles in the boot packed, with clever ends

Sir Evelyn

The type of ends you could never spend

Sever friends certain shit you could never mend

You ever sin and the only evidence they could ever pin on you with a friend?

What he said again?

Nah, uh-uh, my nigga dead

I'm forever in-debted to him at last like Etta's hymn

I could beat ya score brethren I beat a score sentencing

The Lord dressed him in, blessings galore, CHRISTIAN Dior!

Guess I'm still special. Plus, I'm artistic

Real, real special. Fucking autistic

Hook

Verse 3 (Bun B)

Thought that I was gone and I packed it in

Cooling on an island, rich and smiling but, I'm back again

Racks on racks on racks and when I pull it out its green rain

Back to take what's mine

Yeah you know what I mean mayne

I'm on some firm shit like (blank- blank)

...and this time, Ari Gold you can't wish him away 'cuz

Terrance McQuewick knows what he's doing

You thought ya screwed me but now I'm the one screwing

Word to Robert Davis I'm a star, robbing haters

Break the game down to it's least common denominator

Kicking down the front door invading the premises

Running up in the office of my arch nemesis

Mr. Gold it's time you've been told

Its time to turn tables

It's time that you sold way more than your agency

With your soul

That's right Mr. McQuewick's back in control!

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