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letra de the golden child (snippet)* - eli fross

[intro]
gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa
b-tch
boom boom boom boom
fross
great john on the beat by the way
look, look

[verse]
pull up on ’em with the biggest gat and make his body twitch
don’t give a f-ck about no feelings, n-gga i demolish sh-t
i got shooters that love getting money while we poppin’ sh-t
expensive bottles what we poppin’ n-gga, p-ssy poppin’ quick
we making movies when we running down, this ain’t no acting n-gga
got some scammers that be getting money, but will clap a n-gga
claim a score, and then we pull up on you like, “what happen n-gga?”
you would think a n-gga racist from the way we blastin’ n-ggas
i be ridin’ round with 10 on me, like it’s my favorite number
shorty think i hit the lotto, so she suck me in the hummer
said she like the way i grab her up and beat her like no other
she attracted to my money and the way that i be stuntin’
got tired of the green, started stackin’ up the hunnids
shorty know she been the drill, i be f-cking up her stomach
once a n-gga pop a pill, i be in it ’till the morning
she gon’ suck a n-gga up while a n-gga start to yawning, ah
lil p-ssy n-gga, don’t wanna get wiggety-wacked
cl!ckety-clack, wrapped up in that piggety-pack
like what up, huh (p-ssy)
don’t l!ckety-lack, cause my shooters don’t give no s—

- eli fross

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