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letra de golden child - lilyab26zz

{intro}
i ain’t ducking sh-t n-gga
f-ck the opps too, you know who shot you
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{verse 1 – lilyab}
chain sw-ngin’, pants low, pistol poking out
the type of n-gga to f-ck a n-gga b-tch at waffle house
my momma looked me in the eyes and said
“i’m the golden child, watch how i shoot a n-gga in his sh-t.”
if you let him try me
i’m a laid-back n-gga, i’m chasing after money
you gon’ put a 10 ball on a boots, you n-ggas funny
these n-ggas know i been steppin’
i don’t need a weapon
beat a n-gga ass like i’m tank
i swear my hands heavy
my n-gga a1 chopped out?
but slangin’ nine twos, calling baby michael myers
you can hide, he find you
and if we ever hit the road, we slanging nine twos
slit a n-gga throat while he sleep
f-cking bline, good? (mm) (ahh)
aye, a-l-i?
nine n-gga walk inside the mall and blow a ten, that’s your style
n-gga
n-ggas steady tweakin’ to that hoe that done bad
n-gga no diddy, i done lost so f-cking bad
n-gga night ybeezy? had a candlelight k2, had one, two
i don’t know how to f-ck that big head b-tch
made it through me and big 30 in them cars, that’s a scary sight
i told brodie work the wheel while i’ll go take a life
switch comin’ n-gga way, i got to inhale. (n-gga) (n-gga)
i thought some sh-ll?
b-tch had the key to my heart and wanna get it back
new thick brown sh-t, you know that’s a fact
when i get home to that p-ssy, bae, i beat the night slow
she be talking to me like that, like, “who let this d-ck go?”
i got smoke with n-ggas from the 3, crying through the note
(i got smoke with n-ggas from the 3, crying through the note)
{verse 2 – lilyab}

chain sw-ngin’, pants low, pistol poking out
the type of n-gga to f-ck a n-gga b-tch at waffle house
my momma looked me in the eyes and said
“i’m the golden child, watch how i shoot a n-gga in his sh-t.”
if you let him try me
i’m a laid-back n-gga, i’m chasing after money
you gon’ put a 10 ball on a boots, you n-ggas funny
these n-ggas know i been steppin’
i don’t need a weapon
beat a n-gga ass like i’m tank
i swear my hands heavy

{outro}

know n-gga, you heard

smoke a n-gga ass, swear to god n-gga

you heard him, these n-ggas not f-cking with me in this rock

sh-t, free the guys, free the (?) n-gga, f-ck everything

everything k
i’ll slime a n-gga for free on my dead brother, i don’t feel no

connection between runners

you heard me, yb living to fetty

living wop, you heard me, n-gga dean?

y’all heard me, z

- lilyab26zz

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