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gold chain - emoney x jc lyrics

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*lyrics from ig live*
[intro]
(ultrasound) yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

[chorus: emoney]
gold chain, yeah i rock a gold chain (gold chain)
yeah, we shoot at you yeah we do it from close range (close range)
gold chain, yeah i rock a gold chain (gold chain)
yeah, we shoot at you yeah we do it from close range (close range)
gold chain, yeah i rock a gold chain (gold chain)
yeah, we shoot at you yeah we do it from close range (close range)
gold chain, yeah i rock a gold chain (gold chain)
yeah, we shoot at you yeah we do it from close range (close range)

[verse 1: emoney]
gold chain, yeah i rock a gold chain
blow your lil’ artist up like we shooting at propane
haters wanna talk ’bout me, ima give em’ some chest pain
that’s that 84% homie that’s all up in my d*mn veins
yeah, i popped your homie, yeah i popped him like some champagne
and i k!lled your lil’ bro, cause i’m on a d*mn rampage
and my neck is getting cold like we’re in the d*mn ice age
last but not least, shoutout to my man sage
[verse 2: kalaya]
always talking over me, beg for someone to notice me
before i take this f*cking razor and have my blood all over me
before i turn this place down and have you n*ggas in court for me
have you sobbing in your seats, and lying ’bout supporting me
always startin’ disrespecting me, not have like a self*esteem
locked away in my room, stressed about what you expect from me
i never tell my full story, that’s something i don’t do, only me
i’m the realest n*gga, in my life, who will always be here for me
for me, for me

[verse 3: emoney]
49 bullets, send you straight to h*ll
found you, now you ringin’, ringin’ like a bell
and you know that boy lil’ cherry smell
shoot at you, now you hide in a sh*ll
this bullet ’bout to make a man yell
i’ve been doing stuff since i was twelve
bust his eye, now he cannot spell
get the money, yeah we don’t tell
t.r.a.s.h find him, now it’s get him well
free flex*a*lot, he in the cell
sunday nights watching nfl
all my label screaming “screw isabelle”

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