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letra de golden - bravo squad

[verse 1: funk]

im bouta blast
making so much cash
and im getting bank
its shark tank
im cody banks
big macs
backpack
and im and back at it
inspector gadget
ben 10
im getting chicks but im not a hen
ill cook you up i’m uncle ben
ill k!ll this track it’s uncle ben

gotta gold ring, gold chain, gold game, gold brain, bruce wayne

man i am unbeatable
inconceivable

you are just seasonal
unoriginal

and i got that midas touch
im eatin gold bars for lunch
end this battle with one punch
then we’ll go out for brunch

rich like captain crunch

shawty look like chun li
long legs
rock lee
and u kno she sweet like sunny d
(uhhh)
sweet like sunny d
(uhh)

im on a roll
im honor roll
im on fire
call sean paul
fresh prince
billy crystal
i won, ref, just blow the whistle

[verse 2: flambé and the child]
fiscal irresponsibility
don’t care the prices i got
hair by the bunches
fists full of lices
through your lips like pumpkin spices
runway wait for clearance
god tier gods here in his appearance
mac make a b-tch outta macbooks
funk on the block bravo dearest
all my shit is art!

kevlar coated chauffeur boasted
just to know me
local grocery
i’m not lonely
baked to golden
apple crumble
i’m so hungry
grumble
all my shit tear me apart!

your verses finna deserve a laugh track
only one giving you head is your snapback
only one holding your back is your backpack
man
i can only spare one snack pack
i am your father
you disappoint me
why you up running these streets
you got blisters
i wish you were more like your sister
wrong kid died don’t you miss her?
your mama is crying wet glisten
she ask you to stay you don’t listen
you curse your disgraceful
speaking unholy
and use those same lips
when you kiss her

nah, i ain’t finna let that p-ss

[verse 3: maculla]

nah i couldn’t laugh that fast
in a hazmat mask
getting sick of the gas
and the brands with the plans
call it schemes but don’t leave me

f-ck i look like, all in margiela
r kelly this b-tch like im leavin em yella

that shit i told you i’m off that
cough it up live it up
keep it, don’t give it up
sick from the sorcery

cautiousness yes imma flaunt it
noxiousness s all in my pockets

b-tch i got 3 brand new 40s on me
i be rhyming and rolling notoriously

my bmi ain’t no b.i.g
newtons law ain’t no f i g
gravitys happening, crackling, half of an apple for quarters of forties

visions are skewing
now im seeing double i drown in this oldie
smoking up bush not the green in my grocery
rhymes are prepared and they so f-cking koshir

riding this wave like we sailin in the ocean
i dont gotta reach no sh-r-
ain’t no glock in my drawers
but never understand it

this is my life homie you decide yours
im the mane event, let me out like a roar
shout out to my lion
i just wanna stay young
hot like im frying
in the pan like peter

spent all of my time on my grind all wekend
now every last shitty -ss rapper wanna feature
spitting these rhymes like a venomous creature
i get respect like arethra
smoking on reefer

all of u followers nothing can beat
im hot like the heater
pouring up litres
i am the leader

moving that shit like a beatle
rock like the beatles

- bravo squad

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