Cartel Madras – Goonda Gold lyrics

[Hook: Contra and Eboshi]

Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass; it’s a pooja
I’m a sharp shootah;
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?

Gold on my neck, I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass; it’s a pooja
I’m a sharp shootah;
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?

[Verse 1: Contra]

Blonde bitch hit like Camorra
I made him so lithe and limber
Got a few new rings on my fingers
And I Covered it up with Beringer

Roll up my ganja when I take a sip
Mallu trap babies with drippity drip
Louis belt holdin a clip (shit)
The cut of my jib is a bitch, hit

[Verse 2: Eboshi]

They trynna catch me in a Goonda Act
I got the tiger back tat and a toddy flask
I might roll through your gig with the doomsday mask
Cold case, cuttin corners; call me zodiac

Gotta get a good grip on the city
Goonda gunna gonna make u trip for my city
Gassed up when I finna rep for this city
Tell me have you ever seen a thug so pretty?

[Hook: Contra and Eboshi]

Gold on my neck, I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass; it’s a pooja
I’m a sharp shootah;
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?

[Verse 3: Contra:

My sites in the east are moulded with gats
Hands on the trigger, a soldier like that
Be bolder than that, a few men at my flat
Sweat on my back, don’t fumble with all of my stacks
Pleasure me better, you’re strapped
Move like a goonda with bats, a couple more times in the lakh
Look from the side when we pass, I take my pick from the pack

[Verse 4: Eboshi]

Gimme the belt and the shoes
Bitch I got nothing to lose
Bitch I be banging with booze and amused
I cruise with the crew, the views are my muse
Cold sweats, blank cheques, break necks, stay wrecked
More sex
I want drug money
Onto the next bad hunny
Look at me wrong you are so dummy

[Hook: Contra and Eboshi]

Gold on my neck, I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck, I'm a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass; it’s a pooja
I’m a sharp shootah;
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?

[Verse 5: Contra]

Tamil threads hanging from my waist in my mama house with a maruti
Body coated like a fucking snake, a knife in my blouse when I roam the street
Gimme some heat with the chain on your chest
I make it clap like an uzi, I'm pressed
Kissin my feet, I’m a killer connect
Out of your league, so I come and collect

[Verse 6: Eboshi]

Gold chain, cut lip, and you mad cuz I'm fit
I’m the baddest brown bitch, might call for a hit
Don’t start talking shit, with the crew in the whip
In the spot throwing shade, don’t step to my blade
Goonda savage with the fade
Stay afraid while I play with the yay for a raid
Pushing weight, no delay
Never stray from the path or the way
You betray me; it’s the end of your days…. Bitch

[Bridge: Contra and Eboshi]

Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold
Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold
Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold
Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold
Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold
Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold
Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold
Bitch I'm bad I'm brown I'm gold

[Hook: Contra and Eboshi]

Gold on my neck I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Gold on my neck I’m a goonda
Got guns in the air like a junta
Got white on the glass, it’s a pooja
I’m a sharp shootah;
Would you ever let a pretty thug come screw ya?