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letra de real pape - goldenboy countup

[intro]
golden
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? n-gga, this real pape’, n-gga
this real pape’, n-gga, this real motherf-ckin’ pape’, n-gga
this ain’t no shoebox money, n-gga
this ain’t no piggy bank money, n-gga
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no motherf-ckin’—
this ain’t no pickle jar money, n-gga
this real pape’, n-gga
gotta bury this sh-t, put this sh-t in the walls, n-gga
n-gga

[verse 1]
in one month, i made a hundred thousand off of doing shows
in one week, i made forty thousand off of flippin’ ‘bows (d-mn)
one day, i probably spent three hundred stoppin’ at the store (d-mn)
one night, i did three shows, i’m really on the road

[verse 2]
play a n-gga, pimpin’ b-tches, make them b-tches work for me
bend it over, b-tch, i got them bands, come and twerk for me (d-mn)
gangster b-tch say that p-ssy wet, she popped a perc’ for me
if that p-ssy off the chain then she might get a birk’ from me
she say she a trap b-tch, i made her count out all the pills
cuz said you got too many racks that make a n-gga steal
she say she want me to drill that p-ssy and i don’t need a drill
plug threw a hundred p’s on me and it gave me chills
n-gga
[interlude]
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this big pape’, n-gga
this real motherf-ckin’ pape’, n-gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
this ain’t no shoebox money, n-gga, this ain’t no piggy bank money, n-gga
this ain’t no under-the-bed money, n-gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 3]
i need a suitcase, a money counter and like twenty hoes
cuh i want all them b-tches naked, they can’t steal the code (d-mn)
what that n-gga think, he frank lucas with that chinchilla coat? (d-mn)
jetskis with this n-gga b-tch and then we hittin’ the ‘bows
dark shades, b-tch, i got them bands, i’m gettin’ that pape’ in (hold up)
what the f-ck you tryna cuff that b-tch? bring a cape in (hold up)
tell the waiter i want it all gold, bring my steak in (hold up)
she say, “golden, you ain’t that f-ckin’ n-gga,” what you say then?
hold up, b-tch, i’d buy you from your n-gga, don’t play on my top
i-10, traffickin’ that dope in them black socks (d-mn)
red b-tch cookin’ my own steak, we at black rock
she say golden dreads gettin’ wicked, he look like static shock
different cars, different houses, different b-tches, real pape’
you can give a n-gga a piece of your sh-t and he gon’ still hate (d-mn)
this lil’ b-tch got her body done but she still fake
my daddy sold dope, i sold dope, n-gga, that’s real tray (skrrt)

[chorus]
she gon’ f-ck a broke n-gga ’cause she know i’m a busy n-gga
uh, she gon’ cuff a lame n-gga, you can’t contain a litty n-gga (d-mn)
they say golden talkin’ sh-t, i’m the littest in the city, n-gga
when you see that p on my hat, that ain’t for philly, n-gga
[outro]
real motherf-ckin’ pape’, n-gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no lil’-boy money, n-gga, not twenty, thirty thousand, n-gga, n-gga
n-gga, quarter m, five hundred thousand, n-gga, workin’ on that m sh-t, n-gga

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