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streets of gold - jay robins lyrics

[jay robins]
ok n-gga, streets made of gold
this is my home everybody probably thinkin i sold
come back bold over thinkin the cold
coming out in 15 degree weather wearin some shorts
yeah i rocked this instrumental better than lebron in the basketball courts
real
homie can you feel the way i feel
okay i’m back at it again
come back like i scratch and winned
everybody see that i am the man
making the money gettin the honey
snappin at every b-tch that look at me funny
yeah this is me the real k!lla the package deala
so yeah homie you can bet i feel ya
n0body wanna be my homie unless they wanna be called a brony
yea i’m rappin solo n0body told me i was realist i didn’t need it i’m me
the kid comin causin a catastrofy
thats probably why i call myself the only rapper better than double h double d bubble b
yeah and mr. mathers better come and find me
before i try to stick my pinocio long nose up in riri’s p, i’m kidding
yeah this the land of the d yeah i’m reachin’ kendrick lamar’s backseat freestyle dream

- jay robins lyrics

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