Lyrics Bobby Sessions – Gold Rolex

Gold Rolex Lyrics – Bobby Sessions

Singer: Bobby Sessions
Title: Gold Rolex

Yeah
Ayy
Real recognize real, n#gg#, you aren’t identified
Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized

Talkin’ sh#t, that’s ill-advised, probably why my hater’s sick
Saw the cake inside my bank increase because I made a wish
Saw the streets, not in the streets, all the streets embraced the kid
Cracker give me funny look ’cause I’m stayin’ at the Ritz

Walkin’ like a pimp with a cane and a limp
Mesmerize your b#tch, she watch my dick swing to the left
Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh, Donald Trump a b#tch
Texas n#gg#, Pleasant Grove, you better know that I’m legit

Took the shackles off my soul, I never sold it for a cent
Now the wrist is full of gold, I hit the goal and now I’m rich, uh
Made some new ones
Kept this sh#t one hunnid, now it’s paid up with the blue ones

I expose the system, take a look at how they do us
They wanna hate me, tell the world that I’m a nuisance
p#ss# n#gg#, do some, legend
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate

We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate

We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Yo, started with one eight ball and a fifty cent razor

A n#gg# still tryna catch up twenty bricks later, uh (Hahaha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol ‘fore I leave and my b#tch wish me good luck
I stood up on each Ave (Uh-huh), collectin’ this free cash

At least I thought it was, free Ab and free Cass (Free the real ones)
I hit once and she ask me to buy her a G-Wag’ (What?)
And now she mad ’cause that p#ss# not worth a E-Class
Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, n#gg#

I’m out in St. Croix with in f#ckin’ on Playboy b#tches (Haha)
They wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (Why?)
‘Cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on n#gg#s (Huh)
They wanna take me back, I can’t let ’em, though

2021, I’m goin’ up or goin’ federal
I set the bar, n#gg# (I set the bar, n#gg#)
This Palm Angels jacket an extra large, mob sh#t
Before I start the engine, I check the car, Sopranos

Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes

Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah)
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate (Yeah)
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes (Yeah, b#tch, yeah)

At night, I can’t sleep (Nah), I toss and turn (For sure)
So I just jump in the ‘vert, Dr. Dre, chronic gettin’ burned (Skrrt)
I just put my side b#tch on some Forgis, don’t scrape the curb (b#tch)
Spot a opp’, get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (f#ck n#gg#, yeah)

Mr. Kane, pistol stay dirty but I got clean work (Yeah)
Once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work (Lil’ p#ss# #ss n#gg#)
Smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the Beamer
Load the Heron, Leon, Dion, I switch the league up (Shit)

Kane, hoe, you can’t ‘tain me with a kiss or a gold ring
Send her back to her husband, she just f#ckin’ to maintain
I cannot be monogamous, these b#tches be playin’ games
b#tch, I rap for a hobby, I sell drugs to maintain, yeah (Maintain it, b#tch)

And it’s been that way (Yeah)
Put your money up and get your package sent that way (Yeah)
Turn 12 for a deal, white went that way (f#ck that n#gg#)
Left stain in the street when he got hit that day, b#tch (Brrah, brrah, brrah, brrah)

Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes

Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
Put on your seatbelt so the Laws won’t hate
We takin’ a trip to the bottoms where Mr. Hector bakes cakes
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