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Kyle Bent

Genres: Hip-Hop

All Gold Everything (remix) Lyrics - Kyle Bent

Verse 1 : Gold all on my wrist, they all hate it like Chris 

Got yo chick hooked on my line, I swear I got her looking like fish 

What you, What you, What you want, Ill serve you a dish 

Taking your ma , she know I talk slick 

And she gon lie and tell you she tired of it when truth is Im taking your chick 

What you, What you, What you know, Im one of a kind 

I rock gold, you know its gon shine 

Aint got no rolley all on my wrist 

But when they ask, they know its my time 

This aint my flow, fans know that 

One time, and then I go back 

If you try to blow my high, Ill flash my John and tell yall hold that 

Woah 

I kill rappers ,they all wack 

Tell em fall back, or fall flat 

Then I move the crowd like nomads 

Dance around while Im grabbing on my gonads 

Go fetch, cause Im dogging you on them 

You farfetched ,you talking garbage 

Im dumb cold, Im dumb trill 

But my future bright, like it went to Harvard 

Hottest artist, in my genre 

A walking problem, ye aint want no problems 

If her body poppin, then bring it to poppa 

I be in them trees boy, I be a koala 

You aint seein no dollars, you aint getting no commas 

But we stuntin every time we come around like Karma 

Lyrical Alla, grab yo Kabala 

You toddlers talking, like Yada Yada 

Hot like lava, cold like ice water 

Try to sleep on me then Ill burn yo pajamas 

Youngin in the game, dont you worry bout the age 

Cause them shorties know the name, yeah they just might holla 

Im a G, my playa 

2013, my year, dont care, Imma stack this paper 

So high, you can see it from the sky 

At the top, we gon pop, these haters 

Million dollar scheme, BentNation be the team 

Dont care what you rate us 

Cause you chicks wan date us 

Haters 

 

Gold all on my wrist 

I swear my team gon be rich 

Waving high from the sky, while you guys stuck in a ditch 

Yeah Im aiming up for the sky, and I pray to God that I do not miss 

And I swear to God, theres no stopping this 

And I swear to God, theres no stopping this 

 

Bent! 

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