Patrick Zae - Goldline 1 lyrics
[Verse 1: Patrick Zae] This exceeds all you can imagine Flying pa** the traffic on a three-headed dragon Humans said I ain't a savage, so I'm here to make em panic All these f** boys is plastic, we can't kick it if you average And I know they're f**ing plotting trynna figure out my tactics Golly Feeling f**ing godly Walk in with a hotty And she popped a f**ing Molly Now she sweating like she Ali And I'm balling like I'm Hakeem ooh! Posse getting stared at like we nazis And I know they wanna stop me Cause they women call me papi I mean mami you can get up on me Fiending for Dasani Look like paparazzi Now let's see who's first to mother f**ing spot me Wowzers Shawty in my trousers Room keeps spinning like I'm bout to murder bowser Roll some f**ing towers Burned too many bridges Shout out to the women Let me get them digits Uh yeah we vibing Uh to the sirens Uh yeah keep calling Party on that island Uh yeah I'm Midas Uh with a tight grip Sun so gold Flash a smile while I'm dying [Hook: Patrick Zae] Let me go gold tonight Baby let me go gold tonight Yeah let me go gold tonight Baby let me go gold tonight Cause you know we're so throwed tonight Baby let me go gold tonight Yeah let me go gold Let me go gooooooold Let me go gold tonight Baby let me go gold tonight Let me, let me go gold Let me go- [Verse 2: Yontz] I'm bout to go gold They told me I can do it Just gotta stay focused All you gotta do is tune in Silly characters around me Wonder what the cartoon is Say you grew up a screw up baby I was born in screwston I'm on another level, sorry if you never heard of me Temp readings off the charts man I'm trippin off the Mercury Accidental steez make em think I do it purposely Who k**ed me on the track? I'm like that one was out of courtesy I'm out here for the currency while my records turning We whipping something burgundy with this little bird and she a cheap cheap thrill Word around the curb she gotta deep freak sk** Sounds like a good turn out Shows always packed like a game when we burn out Catch me on the corner yellin come sweat your perm out Here for your head baby gone pull your shirt down You shined for a while well I'm Yontz it's my turn now [Verse 3: Esteban] b**h I'm in the building like a hostage situation Bad Brazilian with me look like she mixed with a little Asian Man this feeling is amazing like xannies, a bit of haze Lemonade up in my cup Getting s**ed while my records blazing Don't know why I be hitting up like all these hoes man Knowing once I hit em then its adios and Really I don't even need to buy these clothes man I could be a bum, I bet I'd still be chosen You could bet that, yeah yeah you could bet that Steph Curry at the free-throw, you don't think he gonna hit that? And you try my brother Yontz don't think that thing is gonna click-clack Isn't Patrick on a track with me, you doubt little homie spit facts? You crazy as f** and you sick in your mind Like paying to f** or me trick on a dime Like somebody told you they've written my rhymes Or told you they robbed me or stripped me of mines You crazy as f** and you sick in your mind Like paying to f** or me trick on a dime Like somebody told you they've written my rhymes Or told you they robbed me or stripped me of mines Man thats highly improbable The unf**wittable, unmovable, unstoppable Please b**h get out my face And all the bridges that I burn may they light my way [Hook 2: Patrick Zae] Let me go gold tonight Baby let me go gold tonight Let me go gold tonight Baby let me go gold tonight Let me go gold Let me go gold Let me go gold tonight Baby let me go gold Baby let me go gold Let me go gold Let me go gold