Quand la chanson “Cool Kids & Gold Chains” a-t-elle été lancée par Tom MacDonald?

La chanson Cool Kids & Gold Chains a été lancée en 2014, sur l’album “LeeAnn’s Son”.

Cool Kids & Gold Chains

Yeah stevie motherfucking subs on the beat
Twos i said twos
Uh, fuck with me

Uh, too many fly girls wearin' ray bans
We got options
Uh, too many iPhones getting lost
And we just bought 'em
Uh, too many highballs getting served
We drink 'em twice as fast and swerve
Guess we'll never learn
At least that's what our girls say
When we out in Paris like a world away
Girl trippin', gettin' wasted
Come back feelin' famous
Whole team still wildin' out with
Hip girls and fancy places
Whole time I was gone I did
The same shit in foreign places
Do it, let's do it
Get to bouncers to try and move us
Young and rich and overrated by
The people spreadin' rumors
Drunken privilege is the label
Jealous rappers try to give us what
We work for we got petty bitches, B-Sharp

We all young, we all pay
We got no plans today
We just ridin' 'round the city
Eatin' good and having drinks
Frozen lemon margaritas and the Supras
With the cheetah print
If you ain't lookin' out for us don't
Ask for us to let you in that brand new
Chill spot in the young and rich district
Where everybody falls in love and the
Only thing you see is
Cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold
C-c-cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold chains
Cool kids and gold
C-c-cool kids and gold chains
We just out here in the crowded rooms
That no one's ever heard of
Gettin' drunk and disrespectful
But we still call bitches girls

My chain just hit me in the face
I'm wildin' out
My chain is bangin' on my chest
I'm wildin' out
My gang is smoking in the club
They wilidin' out
They wildin' out, they wildin' out
My chain just hit me in the face
I'm wildin' out
My chain is bangin' on my chest
I'm wildin' out
My gang is smoking in the club
They wilidin' out
They wildin' out, they wildin' out

None of my people are on the guest list
All of my people comin' through the exit
Dressed in the freshest, just
Bought, limited edition, no one else got it
No one else got it
No one else got it in the city
But I'm still gonna wear this denim vest
On top to keep it vintage
My friends here and they thick frames with
Their drinks raised and we zoned out
Takin' Instagrams and wildin' in the
Place you never heard about
Uh, too many fine girls wearing Gucci
We got problems
Uh, too many passwords used to
Get into the party
Uh, too many girlfriends turned lovers
And they all on my guest list
So none of them pay cover
We all wild, we all pay
We don't work but we ok
We not hurt but we in pain
We the hangover gang
That's family and they'll help me when
I have too much to handle
No ceilin' for my people
We don't even want a chandelier
We all drunk, we all young at a crazy place
That's a hole in the wall
That you'll never see unless you're lookin'
For a hole in the wall
I know you're hopin' to ball
We don't open the door
We just open the bottle
You gettin' ignored, B-Sharp

B-Sharp you bastards

Tom MacDonald

Cool Kids & Gold Chains

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