Gold Barbells Lyrics
| Song | Gold Barbells |
| Artist | Juga-Naut |
| Artist | Giallo Point |
| Album | Back to the Grill Again |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Thomas Higgins | |
| 作曲 : Barrie Dixon | |
| Gold barbells, picking em up | |
| Swigging a cup, big gut, like a pig in the mud | |
| Blood, sweat and hard work, biggin em up | |
| Diggin the creates, Sticken em up, stick in the cut | |
| Obsessed with the biggest butt, chunky and right | |
| Give a friend good advice, give a monkey a bike | |
| In limelight light, big RLs and and it’s lime white, | |
| From Limewire to the mic, lemon lime sprite | |
| High noon, high yellow, mixrace fellow, | |
| Black Athelo, Play Chello, cigerello | |
| Yellow Staines on his fingers form the cigarettes | |
| A life full of big regrets, even bigger debts | |
| English mess, Irish roots, Give him Stress, | |
| Irish moss, Guiniss stout, give him sex | |
| Sip the magnum, rip the magnum, grip the magnum | |
| The whole room cheered when he split the magnum | |
| Every glass filled, one that he missed, | |
| Every memories a myth, every remedy spliff | |
| Kill the pain with the Hennessy, The Stories the same from the Torys to the fake woke, | |
| boring & plain | |
| there called immigrants here but ex pats in Spain, | |
| Xbox and a chain, red fox in the range | |
| Red Fox on stage, chris Farley when I hop the beat, | |
| Rich Pryor when I drop to the heat | |
| David Lynch in my minds eye making the magic, | |
| Grace the space, won best over weight in a pageant | |
| Over stating I’m the best is my craziest habit | |
| Lazy and flaccid, your girl told me baby he’s had it | |
| It’s a done deal, kamikaze Reebok, | |
| Kawasaki Jeep, Three roast meet, peacock | |
| Only loose leaf tea in the teapot, I don’t loose | |
| Sleep on the weak that you speak off | |
| Keep your lips locked, bangin your gums, | |
| On a beach in the sun while they bangin the drums | |
| Playing conga and the Jhemebe touching my soul | |
| Won’t coffin starts touching the whole | |
| Paying homage to the great while there still alive | |
| Tell Nas he’s the Goat, | |
| tell doom that he changed my life | |
| Pay the price that’s admission to the show | |
| See the tears in my eyes while you listen to the flow |
| zuo ci : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuo qu : Barrie Dixon | |
| Gold barbells, picking em up | |
| Swigging a cup, big gut, like a pig in the mud | |
| Blood, sweat and hard work, biggin em up | |
| Diggin the creates, Sticken em up, stick in the cut | |
| Obsessed with the biggest butt, chunky and right | |
| Give a friend good advice, give a monkey a bike | |
| In limelight light, big RLs and and it' s lime white, | |
| From Limewire to the mic, lemon lime sprite | |
| High noon, high yellow, mixrace fellow, | |
| Black Athelo, Play Chello, cigerello | |
| Yellow Staines on his fingers form the cigarettes | |
| A life full of big regrets, even bigger debts | |
| English mess, Irish roots, Give him Stress, | |
| Irish moss, Guiniss stout, give him sex | |
| Sip the magnum, rip the magnum, grip the magnum | |
| The whole room cheered when he split the magnum | |
| Every glass filled, one that he missed, | |
| Every memories a myth, every remedy spliff | |
| Kill the pain with the Hennessy, The Stories the same from the Torys to the fake woke, | |
| boring plain | |
| there called immigrants here but ex pats in Spain, | |
| Xbox and a chain, red fox in the range | |
| Red Fox on stage, chris Farley when I hop the beat, | |
| Rich Pryor when I drop to the heat | |
| David Lynch in my minds eye making the magic, | |
| Grace the space, won best over weight in a pageant | |
| Over stating I' m the best is my craziest habit | |
| Lazy and flaccid, your girl told me baby he' s had it | |
| It' s a done deal, kamikaze Reebok, | |
| Kawasaki Jeep, Three roast meet, peacock | |
| Only loose leaf tea in the teapot, I don' t loose | |
| Sleep on the weak that you speak off | |
| Keep your lips locked, bangin your gums, | |
| On a beach in the sun while they bangin the drums | |
| Playing conga and the Jhemebe touching my soul | |
| Won' t coffin starts touching the whole | |
| Paying homage to the great while there still alive | |
| Tell Nas he' s the Goat, | |
| tell doom that he changed my life | |
| Pay the price that' s admission to the show | |
| See the tears in my eyes while you listen to the flow |
| zuò cí : Thomas Higgins | |
| zuò qǔ : Barrie Dixon | |
| Gold barbells, picking em up | |
| Swigging a cup, big gut, like a pig in the mud | |
| Blood, sweat and hard work, biggin em up | |
| Diggin the creates, Sticken em up, stick in the cut | |
| Obsessed with the biggest butt, chunky and right | |
| Give a friend good advice, give a monkey a bike | |
| In limelight light, big RLs and and it' s lime white, | |
| From Limewire to the mic, lemon lime sprite | |
| High noon, high yellow, mixrace fellow, | |
| Black Athelo, Play Chello, cigerello | |
| Yellow Staines on his fingers form the cigarettes | |
| A life full of big regrets, even bigger debts | |
| English mess, Irish roots, Give him Stress, | |
| Irish moss, Guiniss stout, give him sex | |
| Sip the magnum, rip the magnum, grip the magnum | |
| The whole room cheered when he split the magnum | |
| Every glass filled, one that he missed, | |
| Every memories a myth, every remedy spliff | |
| Kill the pain with the Hennessy, The Stories the same from the Torys to the fake woke, | |
| boring plain | |
| there called immigrants here but ex pats in Spain, | |
| Xbox and a chain, red fox in the range | |
| Red Fox on stage, chris Farley when I hop the beat, | |
| Rich Pryor when I drop to the heat | |
| David Lynch in my minds eye making the magic, | |
| Grace the space, won best over weight in a pageant | |
| Over stating I' m the best is my craziest habit | |
| Lazy and flaccid, your girl told me baby he' s had it | |
| It' s a done deal, kamikaze Reebok, | |
| Kawasaki Jeep, Three roast meet, peacock | |
| Only loose leaf tea in the teapot, I don' t loose | |
| Sleep on the weak that you speak off | |
| Keep your lips locked, bangin your gums, | |
| On a beach in the sun while they bangin the drums | |
| Playing conga and the Jhemebe touching my soul | |
| Won' t coffin starts touching the whole | |
| Paying homage to the great while there still alive | |
| Tell Nas he' s the Goat, | |
| tell doom that he changed my life | |
| Pay the price that' s admission to the show | |
| See the tears in my eyes while you listen to the flow |
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