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Mulamane - RoseGold Lyrics



Mulamane - RoseGold Lyrics
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[ Featuring Khash Kapo ]

Feelings to the side, talk me through how we posed be
Keep me on a leash, don't let em hoes get hold of me
Imma take the blame on
These hoes think I'm famous
Your Squad full of klowns but we don't like to be entertained, oh no
Pour me more lean and make a toast uhh uhh uhh
Gucci on her wrist in rose Gold uhh uhh yeah
Hanging with em killers komes with pro's huh uhh
Let em know, uhh we kan let it it blow uhh uhh uhh uhhh uhhh
I dare you to show me feelings I never felt before
Foreign exchange cos we making money abroad
Still serving fiends whenever I'm opening the door
Trap life so scary but the money comes in galore
If the pussy kreamy, hold me down and feed me
Welkome to my city where they hate Kos I'm on tv
But is Fukk em all if you promise not to leave
Heard you tryna find yourself by yourself but you gone need me
"Why you sip a lot" baby girl I got reasons
Sleeping with the toolie, gotta strap for ma demons
I'm waiting on ma demons
So tell me when you see him
She said I ain't gotta kos I'm fukkin with the demon now
Keep on pouring take me high don't keep me low
Girl ion wanna feel me no more oh oh
Keep it komin and stop asking if I'm sure
I know
I know
I know
I know
Un deux trois quatre cinq french kiss me
Madamoiselle, my dick longer than a french miss
Don't kiss and tell, put it down on your wish list
Sitting on my dick, whatchu want for Christmas
Pour me more lean and make a toast uhh uhh huhh
Gucci on her wrist in rose Gold uhh uhh yeah
Hanging with em killers komes with pro's huh uhh
Let em know, uhh we kan let it it blow uhh uhh uhh uhhh uhhh
I dare you to show me feelings I never felt before
Foreign exchange cos we making money abroad
Still serving fiends whenever I'm opening the door
Trap life so scary but the money comes in galore
Uh yeah uh get money from abroad
Yeahhhh gett money from abroad
Yeah
Yeahh Yeahh
Yeah Yeahh
We taking all this to us
Yeah Yeahh
Ma cocain is so puree
If the pussy kreamy, hold me down and feed me
Welkome to my city where they hate Kos I'm on tv
But is Fukk em all if you promise not to leave
Heard you tryna find yourself by yourself but you gone need me
"Why you sip a lot" baby girl I got reasons
Sleeping with the toolie, gotta strap for ma demons
I'm waiting on ma demons
So tell me when you see him
She said I ain't gotta kos I'm fukkin with the de
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Feelings to the side, talk me through how we posed be
Keep me on a leash, don't let em hoes get hold of me
Imma take the blame on
These hoes think I'm famous
Your Squad full of klowns but we don't like to be entertained, oh no
Pour me more lean and make a toast uhh uhh uhh
Gucci on her wrist in rose Gold uhh uhh yeah
Hanging with em killers komes with pro's huh uhh
Let em know, uhh we kan let it it blow uhh uhh uhh uhhh uhhh
I dare you to show me feelings I never felt before
Foreign exchange cos we making money abroad
Still serving fiends whenever I'm opening the door
Trap life so scary but the money comes in galore
If the pussy kreamy, hold me down and feed me
Welkome to my city where they hate Kos I'm on tv
But is Fukk em all if you promise not to leave
Heard you tryna find yourself by yourself but you gone need me
"Why you sip a lot" baby girl I got reasons
Sleeping with the toolie, gotta strap for ma demons
I'm waiting on ma demons
So tell me when you see him
She said I ain't gotta kos I'm fukkin with the demon now
Keep on pouring take me high don't keep me low
Girl ion wanna feel me no more oh oh
Keep it komin and stop asking if I'm sure
I know
I know
I know
I know
Un deux trois quatre cinq french kiss me
Madamoiselle, my dick longer than a french miss
Don't kiss and tell, put it down on your wish list
Sitting on my dick, whatchu want for Christmas
Pour me more lean and make a toast uhh uhh huhh
Gucci on her wrist in rose Gold uhh uhh yeah
Hanging with em killers komes with pro's huh uhh
Let em know, uhh we kan let it it blow uhh uhh uhh uhhh uhhh
I dare you to show me feelings I never felt before
Foreign exchange cos we making money abroad
Still serving fiends whenever I'm opening the door
Trap life so scary but the money comes in galore
Uh yeah uh get money from abroad
Yeahhhh gett money from abroad
Yeah
Yeahh Yeahh
Yeah Yeahh
We taking all this to us
Yeah Yeahh
Ma cocain is so puree
If the pussy kreamy, hold me down and feed me
Welkome to my city where they hate Kos I'm on tv
But is Fukk em all if you promise not to leave
Heard you tryna find yourself by yourself but you gone need me
"Why you sip a lot" baby girl I got reasons
Sleeping with the toolie, gotta strap for ma demons
I'm waiting on ma demons
So tell me when you see him
She said I ain't gotta kos I'm fukkin with the de
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Writer: Jason Boateng, Marssellus Mills
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Performed By: Mulamane
Featuring: Khash Kapo
Language: English
Length: 3:13
Written by: Jason Boateng, Marssellus Mills

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