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lirik lagu drug dealer – goldenboy countup

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[intro]
golden, mmm, uh
golden, ayy
big chicken, n*gga
you know what i’m sayin’? ayy
i’m probably like the rawest n*gga
rawest n*gga ever doin’ this sh*t right now, you know what i’m sayin’?
straight out the streets for real, though
just bein’ me
n*gga

[verse]
i’m in that benz, dark shades, rollin’ with a chicken
i told my dog don’t split that pole, you know i’m shootin’ stitches
horseshoe on the brick, is this true religion?
my dog on them triple stacks, now the n*gga jiggin’
skrrt, pulled up in that ‘vette, golden dropped the top, n*gga
cuz got the tec, he’ll pop your top, n*gga
if it ain’t no p’s, i’ma doctor shop
n*gga, i’m ridin’ with your b*tch, gettin’ sloppy top
lv on me, i ain’t the plug, i’m a drug dealer
done sold some bricks, but i wan’ bubble, i’ma blow up, n*gga
i’m fly as a b*tch, that’s why she wanna f*ck a thug n*gga
i’m up a few hundred, i swear to god i’m above n*ggas
hundred racks, n*gga, i’m tryna spend it with the main plug
flexin’*ass n*gga, you on the ‘gram with the same dub
we pulled up with extended for them n*ggas tryna mean mug
f*ck a n*gga b*tch, he gon’ try to f*ck the team up
gold bowl and gold fork, n*gga, i’m cookin’ blue magic
this the type of dope that’s gon’ take a n*gga new addict
golden comin’ up, how the f*ck i’m gettin’ new static?
f*ck them p*ssy n*ggas, i’ma ball and get a new patek
i just picked a room in the trap for the smokers, n*gga
smilin’, but i’m madder than a b*tch, i’m the joker, n*gga
golden chain longer than a b*tch, don’t wear no chokers, n*gga
dog popped a jigga, smokin’ a pote, he ready to smoke a n*gga
golden got on ‘seppes and he walkin’ on a bird, n*gga
i’m ridin’ with a red b*tch, she straight out of the ‘burg, n*gga
i serve in third person, swear i don’t even serve n*ggas
i was eighteen, had forgis on the curb, n*gga
golden, you keep sh*ttin’ on these n*ggas, we gon’ get a pamper
i just served a n*gga thirty shh, i just left tampa
n*gga, since you lovin’ on that b*tch, i’ma go stamp her
unc’ keep jumpin’ up and down ’cause he got a sample
gold money counter on the bed, i counted fifty racks
n*gga, i ain’t f*ckin’ with that mail, i lost fifty packs
f*ck no, i can’t take you to the plug, you gotta spend them racks
f*ck no, i ain’t got no route for you, you gotta get ’em back
“golden f*cked my b*tch,” i told that n*gga, “you should’ve f*cked her better”
this a fake brick, told that n*gga, “you should’ve cooked it better”
hit it with the hammer, on my mama, it’s gon’ leave feathers
when you in the slammer, n*ggas act like they don’t read letters
walked inside the trap, it was clean, but i done made it dirty
n*gga, i been out thirty minutes and i just made thirty
they said only birds get the worms when you out early
b*tch, i’ma f*ck you like a dog and i don’t paw purchase
had to get my apr*n and my mask, i’m finna make a mess
plug said these n*ggas playin’ checkers, but we playin’ chess
cuz said these n*ggas sellin’ records, but your sh*t the best
i’ma still rap, but when it’s slow, i’ma get a brick, n*gga
[outro]
goldenboy countupboy, baby
i’m that motherf*ckin’ n*gga, you know what i’m sayin’?
that’s definition of chicken talk, n*gga, you know what i’m sayin’?
pull your desk out, n*gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
get your bookbag, come to school, n*gga
ayy

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