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by  C-H



Performed By: C-H
Language: English
Length: 2:29
Written by: Charles Seymore




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24 carats of gold, that's what she worth But she don't understand the life a nigga
Chose heart cold, neck and wrist froze
Hit the lights, now watch the ice glow like magic
The way these hoes crowd like traffic She gon' suck the dick, giraffe neck
Twerk for the team, make that ass shake to the ground, crack
Toss up stacks, stacks until I'm lax, lax She throwin' it back, back
And I'm a hit it, she know that I'm authentic She know that I'm all with it, that's fact, fact
Just roll up the pack, pack Let them know that I'm back, back
Fresh outta jail, that cell was hell, hell My skin was pell, pell
My time is now, now, goddamn, damn Everybody wanna be down, down
Till they get hit by a pound, pound Body lay stiff on the ground, ground
Somebody gon' tell, tell Better hope it ain't somebody that's close
Consider as, folks, I was told they'll hurt you the most
Hurt you with words on the stand, stand Under the oath raising his hand, hand
Making it worse, deciphering codes My loyalty solid as gold
24 carats of gold, that's what she worth Plus a Jag, a fendi bag, and a purse
Christian Loubs, Jimmy Choo's, Chloe's Pop a perc, now shorty go on the work like magic
Pull up in something fantastic, shorty the baddest
Riding shotgun, no backseat, in a coupe with no roof
I used to close my eyes and imagine now I'm what these bitches, imagine
Attract like a magnet, hundred thousand dollars huh count this
I know that she melting Pussy getting wet as a fountain
And I'm gon' smash, smash, get in my bag, bag Hop in that Jag, Jag and pull off, fast fast
Gotta get to the money, I'll be back on the Monday
If you can't trust me, then you can't love me
Gotta sell these pill pills to pay my bill bills
Cause I'm too real, real to take any deal, deal
So I'm going hard, hard, and take me a mil, mil
Chill, chill, these youngins a kill, kill
Leave brains and guts all over the wheel, wheel
How do it feel, feel, to be the one that the city has chose
From the bottom I rose, my loyalty solid as gold
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24 carats of gold, that's what she worth But she don't understand the life a nigga
Chose heart cold, neck and wrist froze
Hit the lights, now watch the ice glow like magic
The way these hoes crowd like traffic She gon' suck the dick, giraffe neck
Twerk for the team, make that ass shake to the ground, crack
Toss up stacks, stacks until I'm lax, lax She throwin' it back, back
And I'm a hit it, she know that I'm authentic She know that I'm all with it, that's fact, fact
Just roll up the pack, pack Let them know that I'm back, back
Fresh outta jail, that cell was hell, hell My skin was pell, pell
My time is now, now, goddamn, damn Everybody wanna be down, down
Till they get hit by a pound, pound Body lay stiff on the ground, ground
Somebody gon' tell, tell Better hope it ain't somebody that's close
Consider as, folks, I was told they'll hurt you the most
Hurt you with words on the stand, stand Under the oath raising his hand, hand
Making it worse, deciphering codes My loyalty solid as gold
24 carats of gold, that's what she worth Plus a Jag, a fendi bag, and a purse
Christian Loubs, Jimmy Choo's, Chloe's Pop a perc, now shorty go on the work like magic
Pull up in something fantastic, shorty the baddest
Riding shotgun, no backseat, in a coupe with no roof
I used to close my eyes and imagine now I'm what these bitches, imagine
Attract like a magnet, hundred thousand dollars huh count this
I know that she melting Pussy getting wet as a fountain
And I'm gon' smash, smash, get in my bag, bag Hop in that Jag, Jag and pull off, fast fast
Gotta get to the money, I'll be back on the Monday
If you can't trust me, then you can't love me
Gotta sell these pill pills to pay my bill bills
Cause I'm too real, real to take any deal, deal
So I'm going hard, hard, and take me a mil, mil
Chill, chill, these youngins a kill, kill
Leave brains and guts all over the wheel, wheel
How do it feel, feel, to be the one that the city has chose
From the bottom I rose, my loyalty solid as gold
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Writer: Charles Seymore
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