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Bobby Sessions - Gold Rolex (Audio) ft. Benny The Butcher, Freddie Gibbs
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Sessions
Bobby Sessions
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bobby Sessions
Bobby Sessions
Composer
Arthur Lee Putman
Arthur Lee Putman
Composer
Shelton Scales Jr
Shelton Scales Jr
Composer
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Composer
Fredrick Tipton
Fredrick Tipton
Composer
Robert Earl Davis Jr
Robert Earl Davis Jr
Composer
Eric Charles Kaiser
Eric Charles Kaiser
Composer
Joseph W. McVey
Joseph W. McVey
Composer
Stelvio Cipriani
Stelvio Cipriani
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
AJRuinedMyRecord
AJRuinedMyRecord
Recording Engineer
J Scalez
J Scalez
Producer
Jeremy "J Dot" Jones
Jeremy "J Dot" Jones
Mixing Engineer
Irv Johnson
Irv Johnson
Mastering Engineer

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Bobby Sessions, young, hol' up Yeah Ayy Real recognize real, nigga, you aren't identified Diamonds on my neck is proof that my dream crystallized Talkin' sh-, 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 b-, she watch my d- swing to the left Popped my trunk and then I dipped, uh, Donald Trump a b- Texas n-, 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 sh- 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 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 50 cent razor A n- still tryna catch up 20 bricks later, uh (hahaha) I just want my worth, is that too much? Load my pistol 'fore I leave and my b- 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 - not worth a E-Class Spent a hunnid in a day, we could make more, n- I'm out in St. Croix with in - on Playboy b- (haha) They wanna arrest us rappers and make more prisons (why?) 'Cause seven figure bank accounts put cakes on n- (huh) They wanna take me back, I can't let 'em, though 2021, I'm goin' up or goin' federal I set the bar, n- (I set the bar) This Palm Angels jacket an extra large, sh- 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, 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 b- on some Forgis, don't scrape the curb Spot a opp', get the drop and dump ashes off in his urn (yeah) Mr. Kane, pistol stay dirty but I got clean work (yeah) Once you bleed work, you a worker, you never seen work Smokers in the back, start trap, they bought the Beamer Load the Heron, Leon, Dion, I switch the league up Kane, hoe, you can't 'tain me with a kiss or a gold ring Send her back to her husband, she just f- to maintain I cannot be monogamous, these b- be playin' games I rap for a hobby, I sell drugs to maintain, yeah (maintain it) 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 Left stain in the street when he got hit that day (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
Writer(s): Bobby Dewayne Jr. Session, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Shelton Scales Jr, Joseph Wayne Mcvey, Arthur Lee Putnam, Fredrick Jamel Tipton, Robert Earl Davis, Stelvio Cipriani, Eric Charles Kaiser Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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