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3 headed dragon - apollo gold lyrics

[verse 1: iayze]
how you ain’t get no cash you lame
i know some n*ggas wanna eat off my plate
play in that b*tch and you ass getting bait n*gga
that’s why i can’t hang with yah
and the xd 45 paint n*ggas
i shoot sh*t like i take pictures
in the double r and i’m lane switching
b*tch i’m in that vette, vette yeah
ride with a tek, tek yeah
got on patek, patek yeah
shoot at the boy and he can’t protect yeah
hundred rounds he can’t duck his head, yeah

[chorus: apollo gold]
f*ck, f*ck that boy he snake (woah)
rick owens got lace (yuh yuh)
mask on, mask on you ain’t see my face
black boots on they won’t leave a trace, (tuh truh)
run up a sack, i dеposit at chase (cha*ching, cha*ching)
you can’t catch up, no you not a pace nah (nah)

[verse 2: apollo gold]
f*ck you yuh (uh)
i’m sick and tired of thеse peions (what?!)
p*ssy ass rappers wanna be me i see em
tryna dress like me, come talk like me, get hoes like me
f*ck you i’m never lacking keep a pole like me (brahp)
we is not the same, you broke you ain’t even got a pair of jeans
hit the strip club can’t make it rain like me yuh (woah woo)
get some bread then we gon see
que tu me decises a mi?! (what?!) (yuh)
[chorus: apollo gold]
f*ck that boy he snake (yuh)
rick owens got lace (of course)
mask on, mask on you ain’t see my face
black boots on they won’t leave a trace, (rick!)
run up a sack, i deposit at what at chase (cha*ching)
you can’t catch up, no you not a pace nah

[verse 3: apollo gold]
yuh, uh
they stand on my money they not even tall as me, (never)
i am so brolic yo girl she follow me, (*kisses*)
yuh, yuh
we not on the same level even the blind can see
you little, you p*ssy i’ll stop you out in my tee
f*ck, what?!

[chorus: apollo gold]
f*ck that boy he snake (yuh)
rick owens got lace (yuh)
mask on, mask on you ain’t see my face
black boots on they won’t leave a trace, (baap baap)
run up a sack, i deposit at what at chase (cha*ching)
you can’t catch up, no you not a pace nah
f*ck you
woah, woah
f*ck you
yuh yuh
[verse 3: desire]
i’m riding in a new benz with the top down
she wanna f*ck with lil kb
tell a hood b*tch move around
the glock on hip, i just bought a new zip
i’m really smoking out the pound
i told you once make the wrong move then you outta bounds
n*gga playing the hit, i been talking my sh*t
my diamonds gon hit me outta the mix
i ain’t with that lil sh*t, i just love s*x with the coupe
spend a few racks, yeah i’m finna talk my lil sh*t
b*tch i get higher than you
took the roof outta coupe
pass my b*tch the glock
she not with the dude
i told my shooter in the booth
bring in my young n*gga locked up he was blowing the flute

- apollo gold lyrics

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