GoldLink – Coke White / Moscow Lyrics

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[Part I: Coke White]

[Intro: Pusha T]
Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
Millionaire drug dealer raps
Uh, yeah, you leave me no choice
Show and tell
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys
If I say it, you can see it
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys, uh
Push

[Verse 1: Pusha T]
Coke white Spyder, coke white Rover
Coke white, coke white, no bakin’ soda
Park a half a million on the curb just to show ya
You can be the mayor when the whole city owe ya
We ’bout it, ’bout it like them No Limit Soldiers
This ice cream, man, kilos go for lower
The luggage is the new collab’ duffle by Rimowa
The leather shoulder straps makes it easier for chauffeurs
The PJ’s for six, you better hope one is not your bitch
And drug dealers never been her niche
We compare wrists by the watch complication
We compare rich by who’s more ostentatious
Diamonds lined up make a star constellation
And never talk numbers via phone conversations
I mix and match ’em, platinum and gold links
A perfect combination like when Pusha and Gold link
(Pusha and Gold link)

[Chorus]
Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys, uh

[Part II: Moscow]

[Chorus]
Coke white cash got me feeling like Royce
Waiting, uh, um, yeah, you leave me no choice
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys
We don’t need no toys, y’all some pussy boys, uh

[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah
Nigga turned 24, I ain’t pulled up in a Ghost
Lamborghini Centenario LP-700, you ain’t know
I done seen so many come, I done seen so many go
Pistol packing, then I started trapping, then I started rapping, then I blowed
Nigga take it on the chin, Rick Rubin let me in
Saw me sitting on the bench, Tunji told him put me in
Now I’m giving buckets out, figure word of mouth, think I’m from the South
Now I’m getting batline calls from the women that you dream about
Cold nigga, yet I’m bold-hearted
Always remember where it all started
Niggas thinkin’ it was easy money ’til we came into it and we made a market
Made selfmade millions, rap hero turned villain
RCA made a monster, new coat crocodilian
Do the song for the kids, show these little motherfuckers how we living
Real drug dealer shit, trappin’ out apartment buildings
Goddamn, what a time, what a time, what a ride
Heard it only gets better, even better, more time
Goddamn, what a time (Yeah)

[Interlude: Project Pat]
Pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer
Mr. pistol packing, never slacking, killer, killer, killer

[Verse 3: GoldLink]
Big gun, big gun, nigga, should’ve never let us in
Shawty let me brought a friend, should’ve never brought a friend
Would I hit both teams? Hmm, that kind of all depends
‘Cause money be the motive, money be my girlfriend
I’m committed to the movement, you committed to the wave
Yeah, I know it get you paid, but why you tatted on your face?
All season, every year, we the ones they want to fear
Killing niggas like I do, killing niggas or my peers
I don’t give a fuck, I just run amuck
I reiterate, I just want the bucks
I just want the neck, I ain’t talkin’ head
Big fat bed, not a flatbed
Want the simple things, kind of stripper things
That’s on thicker things, late at night things
Real vibe thing , in the night with it
When I hit it, girl, all night with it
Goddamn, what a time

[Outro: GoldLink]
Yeah
IFFY FM

Run The Jewels – Talk To Me (Run The Jewels 3 Album)

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these #AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

Run The Jewels – Talk to Me

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the Devil and Shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick, moving through Thailand
On the radio, heard a plane hijack
Government did that like they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
Goddammit, it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born Black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter-ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits
(RTJ3 motherfuckers)

[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wild on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What, me worry? Nah, buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers, open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good ’cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
(RTJ)
Talk to me

Run The Jewels – Talk To Me letras

[Verse 1: Killer Mike]
We return from the depths of the badland
With a gun and a knife in our waistband
Went to war with the devil and shaytan
He wore a bad toupee and a spray tan
So high now, hoping that I land
On a Thai stick moving through Thailand
On the radio heard a plane hijack
Government be in debt while they cook crack
I move in a world of conspiracies
Obey no rules, I’m doing me
Smoke kush, transport to the airport
Customs found a joint in my passport
Pull cash and I gave him what he asked for
God damnit it’s a motherfucking miracle
Small bribe, made it back into America
Hit Uber and maneuvered out the area
Rhyme animal, pitbull terrier
Rap terrorist, terrorize, tear it up
Brought gas and the matches to flare it up
Militant Michael might go psycho
On any ally or rival
Born black, that’s dead on arrival
My job is to fight for survival
In spite of these AllLivesMatter ass white folk

[Interlude]
This is spiritual warfare that you have been dealing with. This is not a fight that you have been dealing with flesh and blood but this is a fight against principalities and evil doers and unclean spirits. (RTJ3 motherfuckers)
[Verse 2: El-P]
Brave men didn’t die face down in the Vietnam muck so I could not style on you
I didn’t walk uphill both ways to the booth and back to not wile on you
You think baby Jesus killed Hitler just so I’d whisper?
When you’re safe and sound and these crooks tap your phone and now have a file on you?
What me worry? Nah buddy, I’ve lost before, so what?
You don’t get it, I’m dirt, motherfucker, I can’t be crushed
Fuckers open the books up and stop bullshitting the kid
My dick got a Michelin star, I’m on par with the best ever took the gig
I’m a super cat, from don dada to dusk, don’t bother to touch
I got firm clutch on the grip and the bucks
I might ghost ride a tank, take a ride to the bank
I’m the son of Rick Rubin rushing full-thrust
Don’t flash weak shit to the Shark Tank judge
Talk real good cause I’m smart and stuff
We a good crew to fuck with, better to love

[Interlude 2]
I told y’all suckers, I told y’all suckers. I told y’all on RTJ1, then I told ya again on RTJ2, and you still ain’t believe me. So here we go, RTJ3

[Outro]
Talk to me
RTJ, Talk to me