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letra de tables turn - goldenboy countup

[intro]
golden
hakuna matata my baby, i’m that muhf-ckin’ n-gga
forreal though, this the gutta n-gga
uhh, aye
gangsta’ sh-t n-gga
some’ for the gangsta’ n-ggas to ride to
aye, countup, n-gga aye, aye

[verse 1]
n-gga i was 10, writing raps on a turn table
watch the hotboys, knew one day i get my turn later
daddy ain’ around, i told momma, “it get greater later.”
me and my uncle jeezy, we was outside, we ain’ play to save her
uma cook this dope, sell these p’s and uma sell these pills
man of the house, 16, gotta pay the bills
everytime i think about lil mike, it just give chills
everytimе i think about that night, i just shed tears
ain no washer and dryеr, n-gga we goin to the laundromat
right there in the streets, b-tch i’m leaving you where i found you at
golden you a different type of n-gga, where they found you at?
in the chicken coop, with them chickens where they found ’em at
[interlude 1]
golden n-gga
hakuna matata my baby, i’m that muhf-ckin’ n-gga
i’m the voice of the muhf-ckin’… of the hoods n-gga
the traps n-gga, the streets n-ggas
them raw b-tches, them street n-ggas

[verse 2]
golden teach them n-ggas bout them p’s and how to save money
jit, you betta listen to a n-gga dat really made money
if you puttin’ in dat extra work then yo raise comin’
jit you betta learn to respect yo elders, boy yo days comin’
what the f-ck, i just watched a preacher do a line of coke
i just smoked some za wit’ the deacon, he use to sell dope
my millionaire friends, clean that dirty money up wit’ soap
my plug he from rona, he the bishop so we call him pope
she use to be a bad ass b-tch, now she a powder head
that sh-t be in yuh genes that’s the reason that her father dead
that n-gga went done wit’ fifty keys, how he out the feds?
golden, he was really off the porch, they wasn’t out the bed
she gone treat a random n-gga good but f-ck her babydaddy
she was laughin’ at my michael kors like it wouldn’t patek
golden treat them junkies real good, my uncle was addict
“cuh where the f-ck you put the p’s?”, them b-tches in the attic!

[interlude 2]
hakuna matata my baby, i’m that muhf-ckin’ n-gga
i’m the voice of the streets, voice of the traps
i’m the one that make them n-gga go grab that fork, put that b-tch in a bowl, grab that p, put that b-tch on a triple beam scale and bust it down n-gga
[verse 3]
i just dropped down, to my knees and went to thankin’ god
my lil b-tch made a hunnid g’s, she been doin’ fraud
golden from the d, how the f-ck he met that n-gga rod?
golden in the streets, in the trap, n-gga i’m like a god
n-gga, you ain’ talkin’ ’bout dat sack, end of conversation
b-tch if he want to see the boss, make a reservation
dawg made a signal to the judge, he a free mason
jit you wanna be a rich n-gga, you gotta have patience

- goldenboy countup

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