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letra de if love was a person - goldenboy countup

[intro]
(cloudy beatz)
uh, uh, how you gon’ understand a n-gga?
how you gon’ understand a n-gga?
how you gon’ understand a n-gga?
that been through what i’ve been through, you ain’t understand a n-gga, ayy
sh-t get real and sh-t get tough
uh, sh-t get real and sh-t get rough
ayy, you f-ckin’ with a dope dealer
f-ckin’ with a street n-gga, f-ckin’ with a— ayy

[chorus]
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b-tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b-tch out, always f-ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b-tch out ’til that motherf-cker dead

[verse]
i’m the type of n-gga that’s gon’ put you up on different sh-t
don’t get in your feelings when you here, i’m with a different b-tch
bae, i’m on my sauce walka sh-t, i love to pimp a b-tch
golden pull up skrrt in that ‘cat, you hеar this hemi jig
this b-tch look me in my eyеs and say she loved a n-gga
bae, my life different than them n-ggas, don’t you judge a n-gga
if i leave you in a room with rich n-ggas, would you f-ck a n-gga?
and if crackers send me off and do a bid, would you touch a n-gga?
i might play around with them hoes but this her d-ck
i might let you borrow the lil’ b-tch but this her sh-t
this lil’ b-tch’d pull up with the fire on the f-ck sh-t
bae, bring your pretty ass here, you ain’t gon’ bust sh-t
i’ma beat that sh-t from the back, i’m in your guts, ain’t i?
girl, you look gooder than a b-tch, f-ck that waist trainer
i don’t need no paintbrush, bae, but i’ma really paint you
i just wanna see it from the back, golden grab your ankles
golden, he a dog and you knew it from the first day
your ex-n-gga lame, he can’t see me on my worst day
golden put the fork in the bowl, made an earthquake
bae, i might get you a new rollie on your birthday
[chorus]
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b-tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b-tch out, always f-ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b-tch out ’til that motherf-cker dead
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b-tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b-tch out, always f-ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b-tch out ’til that motherf-cker dead

[outro]
sh-t get real and sh-t get tough
uh, sh-t get real, sh-t get rough
ayy, you f-ckin’ with a dope dealer
f-ckin’ with a street n-gga, f-ckin’ with a— ayy
sh-t get real and sh-t get tough
uh, sh-t get real, sh-t get rough
ayy, you f-ckin’ with a dope dealer
f-ckin’ with a street n-gga, f-ckin’ with a— ayy

- goldenboy countup

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