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Blood Orange – Gold Teeth Lyrics

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Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
Im from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where Im from
Grown men dont take no ass whoopin

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
Im from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where Im from
Grown men dont take no ass whoopin
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
Im from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where Im from
Grown men dont take no ass whoopin

Feeling right Feeling right
Feeling nice Feeling nice
Feeling nice Feeling nice
Check the price Check the price
Im on at night Im on at night
Cold at night Cold at night
Ignore my phone Ignore my phone
No reply No reply
Prism got Prism got
Me feeling old Me feeling old
Sweat it out Sweat it out
Watch it go Watch it go

Real bad bitches, get your ass on the pole Yeah, ho
We gon rumble in this ho Yeah, ho
We gon rumble in this ho Yeah, ho

Feeling great, feeling great
Bitch, Im bout to take a flight
Not commercial, bae, Im flying private
Where you wanna go tonight?
Im thinkin Venus, you be thinkin Mars
Let me secure this bag, bitch, Ima hit you up tomorrow
Cause I aint got time for the bullshit
Man, Im tryna get rich
Pussy power
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga, thats the biz
Thats what you aint
I dont be smoking the dank
Feeling so high at the bank
Candy the paint
Used to be matching the gas
Used to me getting the cash

Feeling right Feel alright
Feeling nice Feeling nice, yeah ho
Feeling nice Feeling nice
Check the price Bitch, check the price
Im on at night Ho, Im on tonight
Cold at night Man, its cold at night
Ignore my phone Bitch, ignore my phone
No reply No reply, yeah, ho

Real bad bitches, get your ass on the pole Patta
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho Ooh

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I know they scared, nigga
Choppers popping, leg hitters
Coming for head
Get em up, get em gone
I stay in my lane, man
Diamonds in my chain, man
Your bitch got that brain game
Ima let this dick slang
All in her esophagus
Tickle in her tonsils
My pockets are monstrous
Im just having fun with her
But you got a problem, huh?
She told me about this
Say your flow gon make me rob em, huh?
.45 to his noggin, huh?
Dont you make this a problem, huh?
We gon rumble in this ho
We gon rumble in this ho

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
I got gold teeth, nigga
Im from the street, nigga
You got some beef, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
We keep the dope cookin
And where Im from
Grown men dont take no ass whoopin

Feeling right
Feeling nice
Feeling nice
Check the price
Im on at night
Cold at night
Ignore phone
No reply

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
Go get your boys, nigga
I bring the noise, nigga
So bring your toys, nigga
Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga
You got your drama, boy
Marijuana, boy
Ill shoot your mama, boy

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