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letra de mic drop - goldenboy countup

[intro]
(pipe that sh-t up, tnt)
n-gga
goldenboy countupboy, b-tch, i’m that motherf-ckin’ n-gga, n-gga, know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
they done p-ssed me off, n-gga, i’m finna drop sixty on these n-ggas
f-ck it, i’ma drop eighty on these n-ggas, n-gga
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
they done p-ssed me off, i’m finna drop eighty on ’em
they done p-ssed me off, i’m finna drop eighty on ’em
n-gga, golden

[verse 1]
f-ck n-gga, i’m raw, i’ll shoot this b-tch from half-court
cuz, we really balling, you know hatin’, ask them n-ggas more
n-gga, we was gettin’ a hundred in, you wasn’t on the porch
f-ck n-gga, you had a silverspoon, he got it off of porridge
n-gga, i was up before i signed, f-ck that label, n-gga
gotta thank god, that’s my dog, he be savin’ n-ggas
goldеn learn the business, gеt them lawyers, make them pay a n-gga (d-mn)
raw n-gga, i done figured it out so now they hate a n-gga
told money man my next deal i need a million cash
f-ck ’em, we ain’t negotiatin’ sh-t, we need a bigger bag
dope boy, but you a businessman, you can’t let ’em class
patient n-gga, i’ma take my time, that’s how a n-gga last
five seconds, love, put it on golden, i’ma take the shot
n-gga, you could’ve had a million dollars, but you chasin’ thots (n-gga)
n-gga, all my fans real authentic, n-gga, fine bodies (d-mn)
n-gga, i got money layin’ around, i went divine spots
told my n-ggas if i don’t really blow then i f-ckin’ played it
told my b-tch don’t leave a n-gga, now the b-tch, she wish she stayed
cuz dunked the ball then broke the goal and f-cked up my j’s
razor-cutting dope with my net, n-gga, i don’t need a blade (skrrt), n-gga
[interlude]
goldenboy countupboy, b-tch, i’m that motherf-ckin’ n-gga, n-gga, i drop eighty on you, n-gga
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout, n-gga?
n-gga, big chicken sh-t, n-gga, goldenboy countupboy, n-gga

[verse 2]
golden threw an alley-hoop, n-gga, i’m a team player
my lil’ dog a kingpin, he turned his b-tch into the mayor
“she chargin’ n-ggas for that p-ssy, golden, you ain’t have to pay her”
raw b-tch, golden, you see us, she stay by [?]
still ballin’, golden playin’ golf, i’m with them rich folks
tail ’em, i done flipped this b-tch twice, let that b-tch go (ayy)
golden 5’11” but be walkin’ like he 6’4″
we be at the 7-eleven, i told that n-gga hit the citgo
n-gga f-cked around and choked his cracker out, keep playin’ with my pape
i flipped this b-tch like ice cube, golden, you n.w.a
sh-t, you thought a n-gga blew that money, i threw that sh-t in real estate
they seen a n-gga blow a rack, i’m still flippin’ bubba plates, n-gga

[outro]
mic drop, b-tch

- goldenboy countup

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