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lirik lagu 10pm in atl – goldenboy countup

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[intro]
yeah, n*gga
big chicken sh*t, n*gga, goldenboy countup, boy, b*tch, i’m that one f*ckin’ n*gga, n*gga, in real life, n*gga (ooh, sav k!lled it)
you know what i’m sayin’?
real fly n*gga, baby
n*gga
n*gga (yeah)
yeah
n*gga, golden
ayy
[verse 1]
stupid bad b*tch with a n*gga, i’m worth a million dollars
come up two hundred fifty in jewelry, let me pop my collar
golden speak that sh*t to them n*ggas, make them n*ggas follow
real pretty b*tch, say she don’t, but she gon’ swallow
two hundred fifty bands in that bag off of trap money
cuh, i’m really up a half a million off of rap money
f*ck n*gga, you only got a dub? that’s some cap money
twenty p’s of za just dropped, cost the map money
golden trap n*gga, i’m wearin’ tees, i ain’t into fashion (d*mn)
n*gga say he want a hundred p’s, well, i can make it happеn (d*mn)
i just f*cked his b*tch like a dog, got his b*tch gagging
cuh, tell thе n*gga i f*cked his b*tch, why he keep asking?

[chorus]
forty ball on my wrist, n*gga, i cashed out on it (d*mn)
forty bands on my neck, n*gga, i maxed out on it (d*mn)
that fifty pack thicker than a b*tch, i spazzed out on it (d*mn)
he know them percs faker than a b*tch, he passed out on it (n*gga)

[verse 2]
real trap n*gga, i got the junkies at the trap, n*gga
i don’t let my cheese leave, smoke it in the back, n*gga
nate had a hundred for these n*ggas, had a sack, n*gga
ask knot, before the rap, i really had crack, n*gga
flyest n*gga in this b*tch, they can’t even compare to me (golden)
gave ’em six hundred for some bundles, what’s some hair to me? (n*gga)
cuh, this sh*t easy to me, it ain’t even fair to me
cuh, i got racks now, but this sh*t ain’t rare to me
my daddy had the birds and my uncle had the pills, n*gga
i don’t give a f*ck about that money, you ain’t real, n*gga
really worth a mill’, n*gga, golden real chill n*gga
where the f*ck is cleats at? you know he on the field, n*gga
[chorus]
forty ball on my wrist, n*gga, i cashed out on it (d*mn)
forty racks on my neck, n*gga, i maxed out on it (d*mn)
that fifty pack thick as f*ck, n*gga, i spazzed out on it (skrrt, skrrt)
he know them percs fake as f*ck, n*gga passed out on it (d*mn, n*gga)

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