GOLD FIGARO lyrics

[Intro]
Ay I'm Petey b*tch
Nickelus F, Shawn Kemp
Rich city

[Hook]
Yo I'm that n*gga ho, I'm that n*gga ho
I'm that n*gga ho, the gigolo, Deuce Bigalow
Yeah I'm that n*gga ho, I'm that n*gga ho
Gold figaro, that gigalo, Deuce Bigalow
And sh*t, everywhere I go I got a ho on my di*k
No I don't like it I love that sh*t
I love that sh*t, I love that sh*t
No I don't like it I love that sh*t

[Verse 1]
Ayo there's only one Nickel F
So you should cherish him
Like you've only got one nickel left
You want b*tches follow these fundamental steps
And she might let you have fun and get that mental on these steps
I'm full of character, I twisten up the lavender
I'm getting bent like a parabola
I got a bad habit-a
Spending my last on some kicks that's hella gross cause I grossed the most per capita
b*tch I'ma kill your ass for breaking a laughter like Doctor Kevorkian knowing there's poison in the catheter
I do your lady on my team
She gave me brain like a student from Yale, then made it scream
She made my life a movie like Miramax
The homies called me goldie cause I mirror Max
All I think about is merch and what to sell ya
Use your brain, bum n*gga I shouldn't have to tell ya
[Hook]
Yo I'm that n*gga ho, I'm that n*gga ho
I'm that n*gga ho, the gigolo, Deuce Bigalow
Yeah I'm that n*gga ho, I'm that n*gga ho
Gold figaro, that gigalo, Deuce Bigalow
And sh*t, everywhere I go I got a ho on my di*k
No I don't like it I love that sh*t
I love that sh*t, I love that sh*t
No I don't like it I love that sh*t

[Verse 2]
I pour a four of that Sierra Mist
I'm balling hard on some 'n*ggas in Paris' sh*t
I'm a king, see me sitting on my chair and sh*t
And if I leave your ass a turd you should cherish sh*t
b*tch, we need statues in the driveway, and head on the highway
We headed to the tele but my thought process is "why wait?"
Hating n*ggas everywhere, I dare the hoes to violate
They dread to see me in the Maybach, but I ain't Wale
While they trying to find out the way that a n*gga moving
I maneuver with a ho that cleaned the pipe like Roto-Rooter
My brain is focused, we taking notice
We mob through deep like a f*cking plague of locusts, on both coast-es
So get up off my neck, lil b*tch pack up your sh*t and roll out
Better keep my nose numb, fee fi fo fum
Try a set of balls for your mouth, b*tch
[Hook]
Yo I'm that n*gga ho, I'm that n*gga ho
I'm that n*gga ho, the gigolo, Deuce Bigalow
Yeah I'm that n*gga ho, I'm that n*gga ho
Gold figaro, that gigalo, Deuce Bigalow
And sh*t, everywhere I go I got a ho on my di*k
No I don't like it I love that sh*t
I love that sh*t, I love that sh*t
No I don't like it I love that sh*t