Trae Tha Truth - All Gold Everything (Freestyle) lyrics

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[Intro:]

Ha ha ha

Shit sound like 007... and shit

Young Truth James all gold soldier

Black ice you ain't seen shit colder

All through a price, nigga, everything gold

I'm the man ask about me, nigga, everybody know

All gold coup, gold chains on me

In the hood stunting with this change all on me

Nigga, feel like snow blow game like Sony

Don shot a bitch, leave her brains all on me.

Louie got these racks on hostage trying to get out

Ceiling on my whip too cocky I made em sit out!

You can find me in the hood like I never been out

Johnny got a spot for a nigga, I'm bout to rent out

Diamonds in my grill, I got that work off in the locker

Fly across a hater with that all gold chopper

Haters on my dick I'd rather try to bumper

Green lighter light up like cant stop ya

Nigga, nigga, nigga

Gold all in my chain,

Gold all in my ring,

Gold all in my watch,

Don't believe me, just watch!