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CUZZOS - GOLDMEMBERS Lyrics



CUZZOS - GOLDMEMBERS Lyrics
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[ Featuring Jasscole, Milly Mo, BB, Big I-N-D-O, Teaawhy ]

Whatever that they say I did, believe 'em
I ain't clearing up my name, I don't care if you believe it
Sick my homegirl on your nigga, she a real good pleaser
Wanna be up on my team, I might make him a receiver
He like love me, Milly's supposed to love me
Niggas dreaming I'm a demon, keep it real, you know you lucky
Niggas think they got me stuck, I'm socking bitches cause it's funny
Would've whooped Deena ass each way but loose if it was me
Number one in this bitch and that's that
You can't sit with us, my cousin's up with the fat stacks
It's a strong chance of rain, I'm with the niggas with money
Niggas slipping, that's your mans on the floor, tell them run it
Man, these pussy niggas hating, yeah
Got them sick to they tummy
They really bitching and complaining, should be worried about money
Pillow talking, writing statements on the gram, acting funny
Niggas sick, we making hits, wheezing, coughing, nose runny
On my Indo Harvey in the coupe with my new boo
Yo bitch thirsty for me, she got a taste, now she took too
Cool it Effie, yo nigga wanna be next to me
His mouth sewed to ass, like we the human centipede
A bomb angel, in Palm Angels, bitch I really get dough
It's a movie when I walk in bitches ass hit the floor
Yo bitch a lame, soft body , one we send to the store
Real bitches talking, call me Martin, kicking Pam's out the door
Pass the peas like we used to do
Nigga sick, nose running trying to say it's the flu
We on your head, I know you feel it
Ain't no strays, puss 'n boots
I come direct, give me respect
Bitch it's up it's no truce
It's everybody, then you, bitch you're last
Hate lames, L7s, you're trash
Switching lanes, chasing fame, do the dash
Niggas bitches, the new hoes, I'll pass
Took it break from school just to test the rap route
Accidentally made some bangers, so I guess I rap now
Weird duppy niggas hating, stomping feet, they lash out
Took his music off the gram, that shit was weak, he tapped out
I got it
Turn your wigs around
Bitches trying to keep a look, we can tell you man down
I'm a bitch that TTG, he blind to you, I make him see
Gold member, bitch on dick, trying to copy, mini me
Evil
Hey, I was just calling to let you know
I listened to all y'all songs this morning
You bitches is really high power, dead homies
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Whatever that they say I did, believe 'em
I ain't clearing up my name, I don't care if you believe it
Sick my homegirl on your nigga, she a real good pleaser
Wanna be up on my team, I might make him a receiver
He like love me, Milly's supposed to love me
Niggas dreaming I'm a demon, keep it real, you know you lucky
Niggas think they got me stuck, I'm socking bitches cause it's funny
Would've whooped Deena ass each way but loose if it was me
Number one in this bitch and that's that
You can't sit with us, my cousin's up with the fat stacks
It's a strong chance of rain, I'm with the niggas with money
Niggas slipping, that's your mans on the floor, tell them run it
Man, these pussy niggas hating, yeah
Got them sick to they tummy
They really bitching and complaining, should be worried about money
Pillow talking, writing statements on the gram, acting funny
Niggas sick, we making hits, wheezing, coughing, nose runny
On my Indo Harvey in the coupe with my new boo
Yo bitch thirsty for me, she got a taste, now she took too
Cool it Effie, yo nigga wanna be next to me
His mouth sewed to ass, like we the human centipede
A bomb angel, in Palm Angels, bitch I really get dough
It's a movie when I walk in bitches ass hit the floor
Yo bitch a lame, soft body , one we send to the store
Real bitches talking, call me Martin, kicking Pam's out the door
Pass the peas like we used to do
Nigga sick, nose running trying to say it's the flu
We on your head, I know you feel it
Ain't no strays, puss 'n boots
I come direct, give me respect
Bitch it's up it's no truce
It's everybody, then you, bitch you're last
Hate lames, L7s, you're trash
Switching lanes, chasing fame, do the dash
Niggas bitches, the new hoes, I'll pass
Took it break from school just to test the rap route
Accidentally made some bangers, so I guess I rap now
Weird duppy niggas hating, stomping feet, they lash out
Took his music off the gram, that shit was weak, he tapped out
I got it
Turn your wigs around
Bitches trying to keep a look, we can tell you man down
I'm a bitch that TTG, he blind to you, I make him see
Gold member, bitch on dick, trying to copy, mini me
Evil
Hey, I was just calling to let you know
I listened to all y'all songs this morning
You bitches is really high power, dead homies
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Writer: Indonesia Hayes, Brooke Byrd, Jasmine Pendleton, Camille Tyas, Tyla Moore
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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