Lyrics of 'Gold Dust (Vip Mix)' by D. Fresh

I's like gold dust
You hear me coming through your spe-e-eakers
You see me mashing up your airwaves
I know you can't get enough of my sound

It's like gold dust
You hear me coming through your spe-e-eakers
You see me mashing up your airwaves
I know you can't get enough of my sound

There's no place to hide so stop the fight i'm gonna get it
Start to soon me from me baby you gonna regret it
i can understand why you can free yourself and let it

go go go go...

Actually my (promolis) would you escape it
Bring her to my world hold to see if you could take it
Don't you be afraid I know you are strong enough to make it

go go go...

I's like gold dust
You hear me coming through your spe-e-eakers
You see me mashing up your airwaves
I know you can't get enough of my sound

It's like gold dust
You hear me coming through your spe-e-eakers
You see me mashing up your airwaves
I know you can't get enough of my sound

Everything your life has been searching for is miss direction
Come a little closer don't you feel the intersection
We will take you down and we gonna leave you sweating

go go go go

Take you to around your nebor noon that is existing
You will hear it coming however hard your'e guessing
Careful take the highway bring the (bible) opposition

go go go

I don't know where you are from and what your running from... oh!
I don't know where you are from and what your running from... oh!
I don't know where you are from and what your running from... oh!

Oh you want me to present my play, play, play

Either put your hands up in the air i know you like it
Don't you try to tangency your high i'm not excited
Dying though that nat way going up hold tight it

go go go go

Now we got that style (no idea what's sang here) g to desire
Let me see you jump come up with me lets go higher
Climbing up this week as we set this place on fire

go go go

It's like gold dust
You hear me coming through your spe-e-eakers
You see me mashing up your airwaves
I know you can't get enough of my sound

It's like gold dust
You hear me coming through your spe-e-eakers
You see me mashing up your airwaves
I know you can't get enough of my sound

You keep, running and you running and you running and
You running away away away boyyou keep, running and you running and
You running and you running away away away
You keep, running and you running and you running and you running away away away boy
You keep, running and you running and you running and you running away

gold gold gold...

This is gold dust