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lirik lagu cheddar cheese – goldenboy countup

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[intro]
(yarri)
golden, n*gga
uh
i just pulled up on that big sh*t, n*gga
know what i’m sayin’?
icy as f*ck
big stick on me, you know what i mean?
n*gga, pretty lil’ b*tch

[verse 1]
uh, bust down these p’s, n*gga, bust down this ice
i told them, “you keep spendin’, i’ma take down this price”
old cheddar cheese eatin’*ass n*gga hang with mice
n*gga got a couple n*ggas up the road doing life
n*gga, i took off with this rap so i can stay off them crackers’ radar
and my lil’ shooter shootin’ threes like reggie miller on the pacers
i just razor cut the dope with my nail, f*ck a razor
n*gga, if we was in the nineties, golden’d have ten pagers
n*gga, i met the plug sniffin’ sand at the taco stand
told papi, “n*gga, i got them bands, you just bring ‘еm in”
told cuh, “n*gga, park the coupe, just pull up in the van”
told cuh, “fill thеm b*tches up, grab what you can”
dope boy, i can teach you n*ggas ’bout this street sh*t
golden really read n*ggas, n*gga, i really peep sh*t
golden, why the f*ck your eyes red? ’cause i don’t sleep, jit
my lil’ n*ggas’ll slime a n*gga out, they on that creep sh*t
n*gga, i got two hundred and fifty cash in that duffle bag
n*gga, you be f*ckin’ on her slow, i’ma f*ck her fast
n*gga, you be playin’ in that p*ssy, i’m hittin’ it from the back
n*gga, you tryna cuddle with that b*tch, i’m ready to send her back
shades on, chillin’ in the trap, i’m with the dope users
unc’ say he chillin’ up on pluto, he don’t know future
n*gga, you keep flaggin’ ’round this b*tch, them jits gon’ shoot you
yeah, n*gga eatin’ off them p’s, but dope gon’ boost you
every ounce leave this f*ckin’ trap bein’ calculated
cuh, you keep f*ckin’ up the dope, i’m gettin’ agitated
told lil’ bruh, “take this to my cracker, he in a black mercedes”
n*gga, i be doin’ this sh*t for real, i ain’t fabricating
n*gga, you can get a whole chicken, this like boston market
if we catch that n*gga out at target, we gon’ hit the target
labels say they got two fifty for me, well, we got a bargain
if it’s five hundred on that b*tch, well, let’s get it started
[interlude]
b*tch
n*gga
countup

[verse 2]
i’m worth a quarter in the streets, so i need a million dollars
i’ll bust this sh*t down and sell thirty for the lotto
i done stepped on like twenty n*ggas necks in these pradas
it’s a foreign baby in this b*tch, n*gga, and i’m the father
uh, how the f*ck you got all of that ice in your chain, n*gga?
it’s blood on this sh*t, on my mama, i lost my main n*gga
golden finna have real m’s, but i’m the same n*gga
‘member n*ggas talked down on me, but now they lame n*ggas

[outro]
b*tch
n*gga
golden

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