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All Gold Everything (Remix) Trae tha Truth
“All Gold Everything (Remix)” by Trae tha Truth, released in 2013, is a #HipHop track celebrating success, wealth, and authenticity. The lyrics emphasize resilience and triumph over adversity, with a focus on staying true to oneself. Its heavy bass and catchy hooks contribute to its appeal, making it a staple in Southern hip-hop culture.
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[Intro: Trae Tha Truth]
You rockin with one of the realest right now
Trae Tha motherfuckin Truth
A.B.N, Hustle Gang nigga
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Young Truth James, all gold solja
Black ice, you ain’t seen shit colder
Young Truth James all gold soldier
Black ice you ain’t seen shit colder
All through a price, nigga, everything gold
I’m the man ask about me, nigga, everybody know
All gold coup, gold chains on me
In the hood stunting with this change all on me
Nigga, feel like snow blow game like Sony
Don shot a bitch, leave her brains all on me
Louie got these racks on hostage trying to get out
Ceiling on my whip too cocky I made em sit out!
You can find me in the hood like I never been out
Johnny got a spot for a nigga, I’m bout to rent out
Diamonds in my grill, I got that work off in the locker
Fly across a hater with that all gold chopper
Haters on my dick I’d rather try to bumper
Green lighter light up like can’t stop ya
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
You rockin with one of the realest right now
Trae Tha motherfuckin Truth
A.B.N, Hustle Gang nigga
[Verse 1: Trae Tha Truth]
Young Truth James, all gold solja
Black ice, you ain’t seen shit colder
Young Truth James all gold soldier
Black ice you ain’t seen shit colder
All through a price, nigga, everything gold
I’m the man ask about me, nigga, everybody know
All gold coup, gold chains on me
In the hood stunting with this change all on me
Nigga, feel like snow blow game like Sony
Don shot a bitch, leave her brains all on me
Louie got these racks on hostage trying to get out
Ceiling on my whip too cocky I made em sit out!
You can find me in the hood like I never been out
Johnny got a spot for a nigga, I’m bout to rent out
Diamonds in my grill, I got that work off in the locker
Fly across a hater with that all gold chopper
Haters on my dick I’d rather try to bumper
Green lighter light up like can’t stop ya
Nigga, nigga, nigga, nigga
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