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letra de golden - mvko

[chorus: kidr]
hold up (hold up)
you see the pimpin’ the way that i hold it (hold it)
woah
i’m getting money these benjamin’s loaded (loaded)
froze
ice, snow, b-tches hoeing (hoeing)
you know
the game cold, but everything golden (golden)

[verse 1: kidr]
smash
hoes with me, pimping fast
dash
i’m getting money and plenty of cash
and i blast
if you mother f-ckers want smoke
facts
getting these racks quick
splash
they never did it like that
yeah
hold up i get
all of my dough when i put sh-t in motion
flipped it
and sold it
i’m getting money lil b-tch i’m loaded (loaded)
and i don’t need motivation
cause your hoe’s throat be pacing (pacing)
up and down in a way that
got me thinking d-mn, it’s basic (basic)

i’m boss kid
i’m getting money i’m flossing (flossing)
back then i was all in (all in)
right now i’m balling (balling)
flipped the switch and wrote it (wrote it)
now i’m spitting flows and
swimming in different oceans
kicking it (kicking it)
floating (floating)
(yuh)

don’t get heroic (yuh)
cause i’m really known to bend the rules (yuh)
i don’t got to send the goons
i do the work ahead of you (yuh)
i’m getting money (yuh)
no matter the weather i’m hustling sunny (yuh)
how many hundreds? (yuh)
bag it up then i go and run it (yuh)
[chorus: kidr]
hold up (hold up)
you see the pimpin’ the way that i hold it (hold it)
woah
i’m getting money these benjamin’s loaded (loaded)
froze
ice, snow, b-tches hoeing (hoeing)
you know (yo)
the game cold, but everything golden (golden)
(everything golden)

[verse 2: mvko]
including the stick
ice on my wrist and your b-tch on my d-ck
i hate all you p-ssies it’s f-ck your whole clique
know i stay loaded when i’m with the kid
hold up

stay out of my face
i’m gonna go catch me a case
i’m getting paid
wallet won’t fold need to go stop by the bank

all independent no pay stubs
kept it one hundred since day one
all of my homies they make funds
all of your homies they’re fake ones
thinkin’ you hard
we all know the answer
lacking the relevance b-tch you’re a cancer
keep runnin your mouth i’ll show you what i’m ’bout
hollow point rounds come get hit with this blaster

hold up
most of you livin’ on co signs
lookin at numbers like gold mines
blinded by greed it seeps through your bloodline
b-tch i’m done
smoke me a blunt
i’ma keep k!lling sh-t don’t give a f-ck
i load it up
spinning your block
drum on the stick
it take off your top

this game full of punks now
internet thugs they ain’t pullin guns out
p-ssy boys run mouths
they talkin’ that mess and they stay in their moms house

this sh-t my passion
go get your bags up
murdering beats like i am an assassin
seat belt is fastened
i’m speeding past yuh
dont give a f-ck b-tch
you get no compassion

- mvko

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