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letra de rolling stone - goldenboy countup

[intro]
uh, golden
yeah, talkin’ ’bout
big chicken sh-t, n-gga, goldenboy countupboy, n-gga
n-gga
uh, yeah, ayy
uh, this for them dope boys, n-gga
real trap sh-t, n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’? for them bald n-ggas, you know what i’m sayin’?
golden, n-gga

[verse 1]
look at my watch, bae, that b-tch goin’ crazy, come and dance with it
d-mn, golden sold fifty p’s, i got them bands with me
streets say i’m hotter than a b-tch, i keep a band with me
why the f-ck he lookin’ for his b-tch? he know she stayin’ with me (ha)
please don’t compare me to these n-ggas, they ain’t got no money (n-gga)
dee say he f-cked that n-gga b-tch and i think it’s funny
f-ck n-gga talkin’ down on me, but they lookin’ bummy
slatt, go’n wipe that n-gga nose, i think i see it runnin’
skrrt, golden, he just pulled up in that cullinan
f-cked ’em, i ain’t buyin’ no dope from him, he be cuttin’ it
mmm, i’ma f-ck her for an hour, he be rushin’ it
f-ck n-gga, you talkin’ ’bout them buds, i’m really touchin’ it
why the f-ck this b-tch look so good with this f-ckin’ wig?
i told her that her n-gga always trippin’ ’cause he smokin’ mid
her baby daddy doin’ it too small, golden doin’ it big
b-tch, i’m buyin’ sh-t for my jits, f-ck them other kids
i f-ck with golden, he be talkin’ bricks, not no dead opps
golden, he a real rollin’ stone, they call me redfox (d-mn)
speakin’ through the window tryna make his b-tch bedrock
if one of these police n-ggas die, that’s a dead cop
[interlude]
countupboy, i’m that motherf-ckin’ n-gga, n-gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
real fly n-gga
real smooth n-gga
real street n-gga, b-tch
you already know what time it is with me, n-gga
n-gga, ayy

[verse 2]
i threw a frisbee to my dog, he caught that b-tch like he jerry rice
golden really plugged on these n-ggas like a sattelite
golden, he was really takin’ trips, they ain’t have a bike
golden, he a real hood n-gga, watchin’ dog fight
posted in the hood with my n-gga sellin’ bubs, n-gga
i can’t tell you sh-t about no work, but ’bout them drugs, n-gga
n-gga, i’m tryna get my sack off, f-ck a club, n-gga
golden really worth a half a million, what’s a dub, n-gga?
pretty b-tch, i’ma pick her up, then i’ma drop her off
why these p-ssy n-ggas actin’ hard? we be sellin’ soft
tryna drop b-lls in this b-tch, b-tch, i’m playin’ golf
tell him stop lookin’ for his b-tch ’cause she at my loft
give that b-tch a party pack of pills, now that b-tch jiggin’
n-gga wanna bring his dog back, tell him keep diggin’
i’ma keep f-ckin’ on his b-tch, he can keep dissin’
i’ma sit her down like a boss and make this b-tch listen
pull up to my trap, i got shooters on my roof, n-gga
golden signed a deal for three million, i got proof, n-gga
i had to hit the gas, i got his b-tch inside my coupe, n-gga
“golden, you a skinny-ass n-gga runnin’ through n-ggas”

- goldenboy countup

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