Gold ferrari by The Double G (Rap) Lyrics
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Hook 1:
And could i be a star
The engine in back of my car
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
My gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can't touch it
Gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
Dash yeah lets go
Verse 1
Franky lymon the lime light gets old
Bitch i'm delivering gold
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Anything that i spit comes out in gold!
But like the diamonds and gold
The truth shall be told
But i'mma build it ground up, let's again
I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain
This shit would leave rosetta stoned
Steering silver falls like brittle gold
Women front, they get its cold
I got a watch wit all gold
I mean of course just the same old
You gotta go all day for that gold
I got that gold cemetery flow
Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though
Hook 1:
And could i be a star
The engine in back of my car
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
My gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can't touch it
Gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
Dash yeah lets go
Verse 2:
I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine
Sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime
Who ain't really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
I dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave
Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister
Can you see past your shiny clothes and feel your mind get dimmer,Im already past that zipping by in a ferrari they in a hatchback
Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny
Verse 3:
They tryin to say that i don't care
Spinning like my many rims through the air
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
My ride old but my rims new
Not to shit on you
New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer
Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear
Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims
Rims, henny, and reminisce
Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth
Hook:
And could i be a star
The engine in back of my car
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
My gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can't touch it
Gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
Dash yeah lets go
Hook 1:
And could i be a star
The engine in back of my car
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
My gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can't touch it
Gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
Dash yeah lets go
Verse 1
Franky lymon the lime light gets old
Bitch i'm delivering gold
We forever be real, we'll never fold
Anything that i spit comes out in gold!
But like the diamonds and gold
The truth shall be told
But i'mma build it ground up, let's again
I dreamt of a gold watch and a gold chain
This shit would leave rosetta stoned
Steering silver falls like brittle gold
Women front, they get its cold
I got a watch wit all gold
I mean of course just the same old
You gotta go all day for that gold
I got that gold cemetery flow
Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though
Hook 1:
And could i be a star
The engine in back of my car
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
My gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can't touch it
Gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
Dash yeah lets go
Verse 2:
I'm in a ferrari, racin', chasin' the end of the line, placin' number one
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
"aw, no ma’am" i’m an old land mine
Sharp as a knife, shiny as a dime
Who ain't really had big plans but to drive a shiny benz
You can call me cancer but i don't smoke cigarettes
I dont have a problem puttin somethin shiny in ya mouth/
I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds
Stop flossing, all you "ballers", fuck your benz, shiny wheels
I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave
Can't find no one to watch her kids, so she pay her sister
Can you see past your shiny clothes and feel your mind get dimmer,Im already past that zipping by in a ferrari they in a hatchback
Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny
Verse 3:
They tryin to say that i don't care
Spinning like my many rims through the air
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
Nose round like the wheels that my rims spin on
Me rolling// in lamborghini rims previously stolen//and watch you gasp at my
Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry
My ride old but my rims new
Not to shit on you
New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer
Soon they see you on some rims they wanna kick it in gear
Iced rims, custom ish, sounding like a fatter whip
And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket
I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks
Magic johnson money but i ain't got no rims
Rims, henny, and reminisce
Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth
Hook:
And could i be a star
The engine in back of my car
I spend on anything that's got a revving engine in
My gold ferrari yeah yeah gold ferrari you can't touch it
Gold ferrari got everything 22s gold interior 15s on the
Dash yeah lets go