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letra de pop yo shit (remix) - goldenboy countup

[verse 1: goldenboy countup]
my diamonds shinging, cause a n-gga been grinding
i’m still in the trap, [?] n-gga can’t find me
[?] f-ck no, i ain’t signing
[?] n-ggas behind me
pass me the fork, and imma cook that crack
imma f-ck her like a dog, and imma send that b-tch back
i ain’t playing with these n-ggas, i’m playing with them racks
[?]
f-ck these n-ggas, i ain’t showing no love
f-ck these n-ggas, i ain’t fronting no drugs
[?] give a n-gga sh-t, better cop these [?]
[?] argue with a n-gga that ain’t worth no [?]
i’m on some sh-t, sell a hundred in a day
[?] 200 on a [?]
i’m in the [?] no [?]
f-ck n-gga can’t tell me sh-t ’bout [?]
[?] my hood [?] young n-ggas [?]
i’m in the [?] where them n-ggas be jacked
blood pulled up [?] sh-t wasn’t [?]
n-gga, you ain’t never put a hundred in a mac
f-ck that ho, n-gga, i love my brother
n-gga was cold, we ain’t have no cover
somebody dead over thеre, i see [?]
n-gga that’s normal sh-t, this the gudder
n-gga, imma flood this sh-t
hit it from thе back, imma [?] this b-tch
[?] flood my wrist
no shoestring [?] my [?]
[?] them bricks
f-cking on her and her friend, i’m lit
[?] sh-t gon’ hit
hundred bands call on the re-up
it ain’t just me, n-gga, we up
cooking up dope [?]
everyday a n-gga put g’s up
golden, why these n-ggas tryna [?] your swag?
f-ck on his b-tch, now the lil n-gga mad
go [?] n-gga, i ben in that bag
i do the dash when i jump in the jag
[?] my sh-t mo cheeper
f-ck this rap, this sh-t mo deeper
i done got rich, so sh-t mo creeper
golden in the trap, and [?] beeper
n-gga, i just put a hundred racks on the table
i just plugged another n-gga in like cable
golden, what you need? 500 [?]
[?] need that sh-t, i got paper
[?] i got racks
i re-up, and go sn-tch it back
3 m’s a month, my streaming stat
i’m independent, no strings atatched
d-mn, golden gon’ pop his sh-t
n-gga look crazy, imma pop this b-tch
golden [?] can’t stop this sh-t
rap [?] imma cop this brick
[verse 2: bankroll freddie]
bankroll!
big bankroll, imma i’m a big sh-t popper
trap still jumping, come [?]
trap still jumping, come get these boles
[?] profit, spend it on clothes
200 bands, this sh-t ain’t sh-t
i done spent a whole m on [?]
i just spent a hundred bands on choppers
i drop a bag [?]
n-gga been know [?]
don’t look wrong way, we k!ll your ass
track [?] pull up real fast
blow your ass, we don’t need no [?]
i’m in the o in the kitchen with [?]
[?] f-ck with my [?]
dope boy, imma [?]
think i’m a rapper, you gon’ end up missing
think i’m a rapper, gon’ end up dead
[?] your head
i’m layed back with a freak in the bed
i’m layed back in the [?] getting head
money and power my only [?]
poppin our sh-t, it’s bankroll and chicken
trapping for real, come get you a brick
don’t call my phone unless you [?]

- goldenboy countup

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