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Bobby Sessions - Gold Rolex Lyrics



Bobby Sessions - Gold Rolex Lyrics





Bobby Sessions, young, hol' up yeah ayy

Real recognize real, nigga, you unidentified
Diamonds on my neck is proof
That my dream crystallized
Talkin' shit, 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 bitch
She watch my dick swing to the left
Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh
Donald Trump a bitch
Texas nigga, 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 shit 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
Pussy nigga, 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 nigga still tryna catch
Up twenty bricks later, uh (Ha ha ha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol 'fore I leave and
My bitch 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
Pussy not worth a E-Class
Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more
Nigga i'm out in St croix with
In f*ckin' on Playboy bitches (Haha)
They wanna arrest us rappers
And make more prisons (Why?)
'Cause seven figure bank accounts
Put cakes on niggas (Huh)
They wanna take me back, I can't let 'em
Though 2021, I'm goin' up or goin' federal
I set the bar, nigga (I set the bar, nigga)
This Palm Angels jacket an extra large
Mob shit
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, bitch, 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 bitch on some Forgis
Don't scrape the curb (Bitch) spot a opp'
Get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn
(F*ck nigga, yeah) mr kane
Pistol stay dirty but I got clean work
(yeah) once you bleed work, you a worker
You never seen work (Lil' pussy ass nigga)
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 bitches be playin' games
Bitch, I rap for a hobby
I sell drugs to maintain, yeah
(Maintain it, bitch)
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 nigga)
Left stain in the street when
He got hit that day, bitch
(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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Bobby Sessions, young, hol' up yeah ayy

Real recognize real, nigga, you unidentified
Diamonds on my neck is proof
That my dream crystallized
Talkin' shit, 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 bitch
She watch my dick swing to the left
Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh
Donald Trump a bitch
Texas nigga, 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 shit 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
Pussy nigga, 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 nigga still tryna catch
Up twenty bricks later, uh (Ha ha ha)
I just want my worth, is that too much?
Load my pistol 'fore I leave and
My bitch 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
Pussy not worth a E-Class
Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more
Nigga i'm out in St croix with
In f*ckin' on Playboy bitches (Haha)
They wanna arrest us rappers
And make more prisons (Why?)
'Cause seven figure bank accounts
Put cakes on niggas (Huh)
They wanna take me back, I can't let 'em
Though 2021, I'm goin' up or goin' federal
I set the bar, nigga (I set the bar, nigga)
This Palm Angels jacket an extra large
Mob shit
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, bitch, 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 bitch on some Forgis
Don't scrape the curb (Bitch) spot a opp'
Get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn
(F*ck nigga, yeah) mr kane
Pistol stay dirty but I got clean work
(yeah) once you bleed work, you a worker
You never seen work (Lil' pussy ass nigga)
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 bitches be playin' games
Bitch, I rap for a hobby
I sell drugs to maintain, yeah
(Maintain it, bitch)
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 nigga)
Left stain in the street when
He got hit that day, bitch
(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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Writer: ARTHUR LEE PUTNAM, BOBBY DEWAYNE JR. SESSION, ERIC CHARLES KAISER, FREDRICK JAMEL TIPTON, JEREMIE SCORPIO PENNICK, JOSEPH WAYNE MCVEY, ROBERT EARL DAVIS, SHELTON SCALES JR, STELVIO CIPRIANI
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




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