Gold Rings
Gold Rings

DZ, FriendlyFire - Gold Rings Lyrics

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Gold Rings Music Video

Gold Rings Lyrics

Oh
This sound like some Sonic the Hedgehog music
Yo
One take?
Alright
This is the way that we vibe on it
I see five, six figures that I might just get
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11
Numbers in my bank account
Not of the cash
But bank of the brain
Saying that I rap and they call me insane
I don't really gossip
Bring up my name
FriendlyFire make gas and I blow, propane
It ain't really hard for me to rap this
Say I go hard, but they don't practice
Final Boss two and we only just start
Everybody rap but few got bars
Me, I got bars on bars on bars on bars
Par for the course that my crew stay hard
This is just fun, I don't try too hard
But I still stay magician way I pull your card
All of that blah blah blah blah blah
When I murder motherfuckers put 'em in a black car
Bounce off the pad and i'm headed for the stars
Flowing so dumb that they call me retard
Can I say retard?
Has it gone that far?
I don't really care what they say about us
Try to cancel this
You can kiss my ass
Whole world gone soft like my dick's not hard
Ah
Go back for a minute
I ripping it all up like Leatherface spinning chainsaw blades
This beat my next victim
Keep it so hot, stay out of my kitchen
Final Boss shit, this shit monolithic
Rap it all up, this shit be like Christmas
Giving my thanks for making me gifted
Rap so lethal like DJ Limp Bizkit
Uh
See how we vibe on it
See five, six figures that I might just get
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11
Numbers in my bank account
Not of the cash
But bank of the brain
Saying that I rap and they call me insane
I don't really gossip
Bring up my name
FriendlyFire make gas and I blow, propane
See how we
Bounce on it
I got five, six figures that I might just get
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11
Numbers in my bank account
Not of the cash
But bank of the brain
Saying that I rap and they call me insane
I don't really gossip
Bring up my name
FriendlyFire make gas and we blow, propane
This beat is fire
You just let it play out
Yo
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh

Oh
This sound like some Sonic the Hedgehog music
Yo
One take?
Alright
This is the way that we vibe on it
I see five, six figures that I might just get
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11
Numbers in my bank account
Not of the cash
But bank of the brain
Saying that I rap and they call me insane
I don't really gossip
Bring up my name
FriendlyFire make gas and I blow, propane
It ain't really hard for me to rap this
Say I go hard, but they don't practice
Final Boss two and we only just start
Everybody rap but few got bars
Me, I got bars on bars on bars on bars
Par for the course that my crew stay hard
This is just fun, I don't try too hard
But I still stay magician way I pull your card
All of that blah blah blah blah blah
When I murder motherfuckers put 'em in a black car
Bounce off the pad and i'm headed for the stars
Flowing so dumb that they call me retard
Can I say retard?
Has it gone that far?
I don't really care what they say about us
Try to cancel this
You can kiss my ass
Whole world gone soft like my dick's not hard
Ah
Go back for a minute
I ripping it all up like Leatherface spinning chainsaw blades
This beat my next victim
Keep it so hot, stay out of my kitchen
Final Boss shit, this shit monolithic
Rap it all up, this shit be like Christmas
Giving my thanks for making me gifted
Rap so lethal like DJ Limp Bizkit
Uh
See how we vibe on it
See five, six figures that I might just get
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11
Numbers in my bank account
Not of the cash
But bank of the brain
Saying that I rap and they call me insane
I don't really gossip
Bring up my name
FriendlyFire make gas and I blow, propane
See how we
Bounce on it
I got five, six figures that I might just get
I got one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11
Numbers in my bank account
Not of the cash
But bank of the brain
Saying that I rap and they call me insane
I don't really gossip
Bring up my name
FriendlyFire make gas and we blow, propane
This beat is fire
You just let it play out
Yo
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh

Writer(s): Dylan Zardain
Copyright(s): Lyrics © DistroKid
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind

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