Gold Wrappers Lyrics
Be prepared, my nigga
Never know when she wanna take it there my nigga
You gotta have ya game straight and ya head on tight
Or you'll be stuck up in the bed givin head all night
A little Maxwell and that Mag XL'll tap that tail
You feelin me If I could rap that braille
I'd make sure you was ready with a plastic veil
To keep ya member in the center though it feel like jail
Don't listen to them niggas talkin in yo squad
That got 3 or 4 kids I know it gets hard
But you don't wanna get sick cause you went raw dog
And beat it up and get ya body that domestic charge
What you do now could save yo life
Plus if she let you get lost in the sauce she just ain't right
Be strong keep form stay away from them hoes
Its fucked up but the burners got the freshest clothes
The sexy shoes and oh they be ret-ta-go
I'm trynna tell you young scrapper what you bets-ta-know
Use ya mind and ya eyes kid
Dirty as a dime is
You should know to wash-it before you spend
Gold wrapper in the po-cket
Call it Johnny Cochran
He'll have ya back soon as you get in!