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if love was a person - goldenboy countup lyrics

[intro]
(cloudy beatz)
uh, uh, how you gon’ understand a n*gga?
how you gon’ understand a n*gga?
how you gon’ understand a n*gga?
that been through what i’ve been through, you ain’t understand a n*gga, ayy
sh*t get real and sh*t get tough
uh, sh*t get real and sh*t get rough
ayy, you f*ckin’ with a dope dealer
f*ckin’ with a street n*gga, f*ckin’ with a— ayy

[chorus]
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b*tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b*tch out, always f*ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b*tch out ’til that motherf*cker dead

[verse]
i’m the type of n*gga that’s gon’ put you up on different sh*t
don’t get in your feelings when you here, i’m with a different b*tch
bae, i’m on my sauce walka sh*t, i love to pimp a b*tch
golden pull up skrrt in that ‘cat, you hеar this hemi jig
this b*tch look me in my eyеs and say she loved a n*gga
bae, my life different than them n*ggas, don’t you judge a n*gga
if i leave you in a room with rich n*ggas, would you f*ck a n*gga?
and if crackers send me off and do a bid, would you touch a n*gga?
i might play around with them hoes but this her d*ck
i might let you borrow the lil’ b*tch but this her sh*t
this lil’ b*tch’d pull up with the fire on the f*ck sh*t
bae, bring your pretty ass here, you ain’t gon’ bust sh*t
i’ma beat that sh*t from the back, i’m in your guts, ain’t i?
girl, you look gooder than a b*tch, f*ck that waist trainer
i don’t need no paintbrush, bae, but i’ma really paint you
i just wanna see it from the back, golden grab your ankles
golden, he a dog and you knew it from the first day
your ex*n*gga lame, he can’t see me on my worst day
golden put the fork in the bowl, made an earthquake
bae, i might get you a new rollie on your birthday
[chorus]
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b*tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b*tch out, always f*ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b*tch out ’til that motherf*cker dead
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b*tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b*tch out, always f*ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b*tch out ’til that motherf*cker dead

[outro]
sh*t get real and sh*t get tough
uh, sh*t get real, sh*t get rough
ayy, you f*ckin’ with a dope dealer
f*ckin’ with a street n*gga, f*ckin’ with a— ayy
sh*t get real and sh*t get tough
uh, sh*t get real, sh*t get rough
ayy, you f*ckin’ with a dope dealer
f*ckin’ with a street n*gga, f*ckin’ with a— ayy

- goldenboy countup lyrics

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