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Текст песни Wu-Syndicate - Golden Sands

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Intro: Myalansky (Joe Mafia)Damn, VA Hot as a bitch yo (word up)Common will state though (son, that shit is fucked up)Was in the court room the other day, they try to give a nigga a hundred years (Word)They can`t do all that time man, some common will shitI know they trying to do thoughThey trying to snatch us up the streetSo they can reproduce their seeds through are womenShit is hot, it`s the golden sands{Myalansky}Indicted on counts of conspiracy investigationLookin at drug rene crops to stop the organizationBig heads fled the country, bags of lucciRags of gucci, down at Carantang, true seeThey got no proof from daddy type manueversDown so low, operations moves through the sewersFuck the three crops, Busy saleet shit is stockMaking cheese, run and flew the scene, Megatrees a potLocked in storage, steady moving forwardSeein flash of lights, no paranoia frightIt`s trife, sending mom through kites from natural lifeSon of a traitor, trails lead you to outta state-aCalculators, adding your digits, numbers blow your pagerHandeling business, mind bogling, split decisionsJohnny Coc a lawyer, you get him to a stated prisonThen informers, follow you state cuttin cornersHotel lobbies, they swarm and try to creep up on youGreesy moves under alias namesYou catching no sleep, it`s hot in these streetsThe Golden SandsChorus{Joe Mafia}In the golden sands, shiste cats we wan`t grandsEight fifties, drop tops and Lex landsWe throwing darts, what? And got some big plansLiving life in the golden sands{Myalansky}In the project, all big willie cats oh yeahWe see you shining pushing GX Lex with girlsNiggas get shook up, time weather get out of handLiving life in the golden sand{Joe Mafia}Peep the picasso, mafioso, hold the cargoForanardo, suit the neck drive passtolSuit the hand sand, Fly genie bitches with fansArabian bang, diamond cut chandelier fameOut with bass glanded nice god bliss ice vintageCatch to clap you if you ask EmmittOnly act vivid, and precide the dynasty, underseasSupreme god in the treasure chest, drug with the bestI bomb heads with the suit a fedic, head naw for medicsAnd cut on 101 and then put you out on anesteticsRhyme infested, white collar, ice coller, rottweilerCriminologist, top scholar, minus what dollar?I execute ambasadors, clappingHammers as Thor, sparking eight east warsSo far we, survivelist, regardless, how live it getsCamouflage squad banded arms with, banana clipsSavage, invading palaces for democratics, the war tacticIll crafted, to spread maliceMy team max it, legacies for milleniumsWu-Syndicate, emblems more feared then BenjaminsChorus

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