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letra de golden chick - rialdi

[verse 1] lil cripple
nothing to rep
i’m cashing no check
living on deck
like i’m cody or i’m zach
heat on the track
i’m coming back
b-tch misbehave she can sleep on the sach
oh d-mn i’m not a goat b-tch more like a lam
2018 we going all ham
police shoot off they can talk to the cam
gang leader 12 and it end on a- (coughs)
f-ck my throat hurt
spoiled little b-tch with a fear of god shirt
main girl a snack gonna eat her like dessert
wait hold up
soundcloud finna blow up
get invited to a party, don’t show up
cause a mans gotta go
gotta go with the flow
don’t deal with the dough
rich chigga finna glow
yeah you already know lil cripple with the sh-t
with the gang
johhny dang
with the fang
no dracula sh-t
i’m sticking with it
with a l!ckety split
with the outfit and sh-t
okay yuh, i got no clout
young like a boy scout
order food for the take-out little b-tch
i’m not a popular b-tch
lil cripple on with the switch
you a f-ck n-gga don’t get the memo
t–th kinda yellow
she blowing on the d-ck like a cello
real n-ggas don’t pop xans
who the f-ck b-tch is this mans
i’m not about throwing hands
can’t afford jordans so i’m rocking with the vans (f-ck!)
[verse 2] rialdi
dodi gang, jordy gang, lotta slang
can’t hang (x3)
looking like a candy cane
trippled loaded clips, looking like a camera man
making money rain b-tch, looking like a weather man
stupid little hoe, asking for a better man
i’m a tall -ss n-gga, looking like the “slender man”
itty bitty t-tty committee
getting all the money got me feeling like im diddy
me and lil cripple taking over the city
brand new chain, got it looking so pretty
stupid little b-tch want to chase the kitty
last couple songs got me feeling so dizzy
shoulda could have would have but i didn’t
hit you with the civic
k!lling all these b-tches got me feeling so sinic
feeling so sick gotta take me to a clinic
driving back home gotta stupid little ticket
feeling so high got me swimming in the pacific
i’m a living legend got me feeling like a mythic
bon don don dodadadadada dun
talking all this sh-t b-tch, yeah i really wouldn’t
talking all this sh-t b-tch, leave your nose crooked
talking all this sh-t, get hit with a bullet
get hit with this and that
shot in the back
get robbed and i get some racks
molly mopped, with the mac
stupid little b-tch wanna say i talk ghetto
getting all the green got me living in the meadow
same sh-t (x2)
that’s a f-cking echo
talk all that sh-t and then hit you with the elbow
really can’t breath (x3)

- rialdi

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