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letra de bring it back golden - goldenboy countup

[intro]
big chicken sh-t n-gga
goldenboy countup i’m dat muhf-ckin n-gga
i’m the hardest n-gga out, n-gga
i said it, n-gga what the f-ck
raw sh-t, n-gga
straight out the d n-gga, d county n-gga, central florida n-gga
aye, we at the muhf-ckin trap. i just backed in n-gga
got that thang on my lap, yuh feel me
i’m bust down king, wholesale king
[verse 1]
versace on me n-gga, i pulled the peezy out the wrap
gucci hat cooking up this dope, n-gga this slap
golden doin’ shows but he a certified trappa
yeah that n-gga got them m’s but he a certified capper
i got my stick, i’m in a rolls, you see the stars on the ceiling
i got my t–th white and rose, plus my chain this a sixty
n-gga, i can’t f-ck no average hoe cause you know golden real picky
n-gga, i’ll tеach you n-ggas a route, you ain’ even know еxisted
and my lil n-gga from the o, he ain’ never been to disney
and my lil n-ggas up in broward, they be standing on that business
and them lil n-ggas down st. pete, really sellin’ chicken
and them lil n-gga up tallahassee really havin’ millions
“oh my god, now bring it back golden!”
b-tch i’m from the d where them n-ggas got that crack on ’em
if you got some money then lil n-gga i put a sack on you
where i from you better have some money or they gone crack on you

[interlude]
f-ck, goldenboy countup boy you the f-ckin’ sh-t, n-gga
you make a n-gga just want to jump in that muhf-ckin’ coupe and wreck that b-tch
make a n-gga want to leave they b-tch and go to another n-gga b-tch
make a n-gga want to start selling dope, been working all my life

[verse 2]
i know some n-ggas scamming making millions in a tesla
and when i walk inside your crib, b-tch my forty on yo dressa’
and you gone think a n-gga matt hardy, jumpin’ off this dressa’
i’m dat n-gga, he ain’ paying rent, send em to the shelter
jit i’m p-ssed off, i just got some coke on my louis shirt
n-gga, i might slap you with a brick, ask you “do it work?”
yo b-tch ate me up, i got ashes on my gucci shirt
my lil dawg grew up in the church, serve the whole church
n-gga, can’t be running after hoes, gotta handle business
you ain’ hit them n-ggas the first time, better keep spinning
f-ck n-ggas tried to hold me down but i keep winning
f-ck n-ggas, i’m really up now, this just the beginning
got my young b-tch with me, sliding in a h-llcat
had my migo dawg wit’ me sliding, bringing bales back
i use to front n-ggas, bet them f-ck n-ggas won’t tell that
‘member i was up, early mornings, like “where that mail at?”
dawg need some bricks, call amigos
bruh i need a b-tch, mmm, casamigos
golden you a fly ass n-gga, you worth kilo’s
standing in the middle of the trap, playing c-low
[outro]
oh my god, goldenboy countup boy you the muhf-ckin’ n-gga i swea’ to god. popeyes, kfc, all them chicken places so mad at you, they ain in the streets. you do yo muhf-ckin’ thing

- goldenboy countup

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