Lil RoseGold - Gucci Pager

Breaker, breaker don’t call my phone
Take the smoke right to the dome
And good kush over lean in foam
I wrap afghani up in my poems
Danger, danger here I come
Asking questions I play dumb
Run my mouth just like a gun
No honest answers, move along
Gucci, Louis, Versace like I’m your rich grand mema
Blowing out your eardrums screaming through your receiver
Learning alchemy to make you into a believer
Watch me make gold from myself and try to catch my fever
A little bit of gold and a phaser
Smoking on ghani in a limo tint blazer
Only smoke pieces no papers
When I smoke boof I want to taste it
Smoking on boof in a Benz
They counting hunnids like they counting tens
Kush got me feeling on fen
Climb in a spaceship and take me to bed
Pager, pager call my phone
You check on me you know I’m home
I smoke and could write you a tome
I think too much when I’m alone
Jäegar, jäeger here I come
Looking for me having fun
Wave middle finger with the thumb
While speeding on the 51
Gucci, Louis, Versace like I’m your rich grand mema
Tie my shoe on the hood of a brand new beama
Trynna keep my cash blue like the skin color of Skeeter
Don’t forget to check my gold when admiring the heater

Written by:
james catlett

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