Planet Paradise Lyrics - Singles - Goldlink

(Oh, GoldLink. Spank me like you hate me) 

Welcome to Planet Paradise, where we have the best arts in the Milky Way 

Your baby daddy's back... Oh, God, shout out to the Squaaad 

Real niggas dying every day; we pray to God 

See, I rock GoldLink with my fur black mink 

Scottsdale beep, kick it with a low-down freak 

Got her wildin pop pop, off to college, got her hollerin' 

Calling out my name, unless she really says she all up in 

Push the chang out, brought my kick game out 

Brought it back to 96, the first 12s came out 

Had to call my niggas, coolin' it with my kickers 

Had to call my connect, had to show my respect 

And we next to take the throne. Now I gotta keep up 

Bad bitch keeper, I don't think I deserve 

But I gotta keep her. eat her like my desert 

But I'm cooling it with my niggas on the reefer 

Used to Pac compare me, but I beg to differ 

Flow, shift, switch, got a tame it like a bitch 

I hit, I split that shit, lickidy whip 

I went straight in, who can go in like me? 

Rockin' and rockin' up on the beat 

And my neighbors hit my door cause they hear me when they sleep 

Fuck with the elite, while I kick it, Bruce Lee 

Fuck a CMB, I'm circled with the winners of the DMV 

Flip the torch ad well of course I had to take yo bitch, nigga 

You was loafin', I was pimpin'. then I ask myself 

Mirror mirror on the wall 

How many sucka mother fuckas do I call and 

Let the sun rise as I go to sleep 

I hit the creep creep on the late night with your bitch 

Fucked her on yo bed while I skeeted on yo sheets 

And I'm so discreet, beat it by the beat 

Tell my nigga, please 

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Gimme the gimme the bucks and Imma stuff them in my trunk 

And Imma hit em with that 40 clip cal pump 

What the fuck is up Nigga? Fuck your whole team 

Done taking shots; living lavish my team 

Never sell a dream. Shit ain't what it seems 

Popping and popping and load a pistol steady cocking at you demons 

While you're trying to catch my semen 

I ain't into twatching and the tweeting and you're cheatin' 

Rather catch your ass slippin' in the streets, approach the scene 

And then I cuff ya, I bust ya 

Rolling up the tree and then I cuff ya, I snuff ya 

Fucking up your waves, cut off all your dreads 

Then you catch your girl up in the alley giving head 

Shit is crazy when you beefing. Don't cry, dry your eyes 

The hero's here, nigga. Now the city's all mine 

Flow go through your spine. Never wine and dine 

You heard the last song so you know the bitch is fine