You in the mix, with Solo the sous chef
You could offer your chips, if you don't know what to do next
Won't trip, but yes I do stress
Two stories to this shit, man kinda like a duplex
Never alone, but still text I'm home
Cuz she the knockout type, like Sylvester Stalone
Shortie chillin' on my dick, don't make a mess in my zone
Yeah but now we getting blown, throw her a heck of a bone
Man I'm out here, but you couldn't never find me
Serpents in the grass, turned out to be behind me
Coming from the gutta, where all my partners grimey
Just chilling with my crimey, seeing where the lines lead
This might be everything I needed
Can't f*ck with hoes who chose to be conceited
She wants to retweet it, but pressing to delete it
No matter anything Bry-Han's not defeated
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
Yo you weirdo, I'm here though
Up until the scenes, stick in the bag
I ain't talking about Capri Sun
As far a lover, I promise I don't need one
Only time I look for comfort, is when all of my weed's done
I seek funds just to properly live
Checking out property bids, as the comradery thins
I got a smile on my face, til the comedy dims
The one to make it out the dirt, man its gotta be him
I locked it to win, this a positive hymn
What you see in front yo face is a product of sin
This the wild wild west, I'll get lost of a whim
I just know I'm straight on moving back to Compton again
This the obvious fin, no one's honest as him
I got it off my chest, now I promised a grin
Back on my bullshit, I Dennis Rodman the rim
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
Aint no weed I'm saving
I suffer uppers and dehydration
Won't catch a case, just my realization
That I'm the baddest motherf*cka' that you see in my nation
I said put yo hands in the air
Tell me you want and we taking it there
We only going up like we taking the stairs
Got this thing tied up like we braiding some hair
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
They don't know Han
Bry-Han Solo - Golden (feat. Jugg$bunny) Lyrics
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You in the mix, with Solo the sous chef
You could offer your chips, if you don't know what to do next
Won't trip, but yes I do stress
Two stories to this shit, man kinda like a duplex
Never alone, but still text I'm home
Cuz she the knockout type, like Sylvester Stalone
Shortie chillin' on my dick, don't make a mess in my zone
Yeah but now we getting blown, throw her a heck of a bone
Man I'm out here, but you couldn't never find me
Serpents in the grass, turned out to be behind me
Coming from the gutta, where all my partners grimey
Just chilling with my crimey, seeing where the lines lead
This might be everything I needed
Can't f*ck with hoes who chose to be conceited
She wants to retweet it, but pressing to delete it
No matter anything Bry-Han's not defeated
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
Yo you weirdo, I'm here though
Up until the scenes, stick in the bag
I ain't talking about Capri Sun
As far a lover, I promise I don't need one
Only time I look for comfort, is when all of my weed's done
I seek funds just to properly live
Checking out property bids, as the comradery thins
I got a smile on my face, til the comedy dims
The one to make it out the dirt, man its gotta be him
I locked it to win, this a positive hymn
What you see in front yo face is a product of sin
This the wild wild west, I'll get lost of a whim
I just know I'm straight on moving back to Compton again
This the obvious fin, no one's honest as him
I got it off my chest, now I promised a grin
Back on my bullshit, I Dennis Rodman the rim
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
Aint no weed I'm saving
I suffer uppers and dehydration
Won't catch a case, just my realization
That I'm the baddest motherf*cka' that you see in my nation
I said put yo hands in the air
Tell me you want and we taking it there
We only going up like we taking the stairs
Got this thing tied up like we braiding some hair
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
They don't know Han
You could offer your chips, if you don't know what to do next
Won't trip, but yes I do stress
Two stories to this shit, man kinda like a duplex
Never alone, but still text I'm home
Cuz she the knockout type, like Sylvester Stalone
Shortie chillin' on my dick, don't make a mess in my zone
Yeah but now we getting blown, throw her a heck of a bone
Man I'm out here, but you couldn't never find me
Serpents in the grass, turned out to be behind me
Coming from the gutta, where all my partners grimey
Just chilling with my crimey, seeing where the lines lead
This might be everything I needed
Can't f*ck with hoes who chose to be conceited
She wants to retweet it, but pressing to delete it
No matter anything Bry-Han's not defeated
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
Yo you weirdo, I'm here though
Up until the scenes, stick in the bag
I ain't talking about Capri Sun
As far a lover, I promise I don't need one
Only time I look for comfort, is when all of my weed's done
I seek funds just to properly live
Checking out property bids, as the comradery thins
I got a smile on my face, til the comedy dims
The one to make it out the dirt, man its gotta be him
I locked it to win, this a positive hymn
What you see in front yo face is a product of sin
This the wild wild west, I'll get lost of a whim
I just know I'm straight on moving back to Compton again
This the obvious fin, no one's honest as him
I got it off my chest, now I promised a grin
Back on my bullshit, I Dennis Rodman the rim
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
Aint no weed I'm saving
I suffer uppers and dehydration
Won't catch a case, just my realization
That I'm the baddest motherf*cka' that you see in my nation
I said put yo hands in the air
Tell me you want and we taking it there
We only going up like we taking the stairs
Got this thing tied up like we braiding some hair
So high I'm floating, gotta hold on
Midas I'm golden, they don't know Han
We do the most and, only smoke strong
We live no posting, with my road dogs
They don't know Han
Writer: Brian Porter, Heather Huberty
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid