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real pape - goldenboy countup lyrics

[intro]
golden
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? n*gga, this real pape’, n*gga
this real pape’, n*gga, this real motherf*ckin’ pape’, n*gga
this ain’t no shoebox money, n*gga
this ain’t no piggy bank money, n*gga
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no motherf*ckin’—
this ain’t no pickle jar money, n*gga
this real pape’, n*gga
gotta bury this sh*t, put this sh*t in the walls, n*gga
n*gga

[verse 1]
in one month, i made a hundred thousand off of doing shows
in one week, i made forty thousand off of flippin’ ‘bows (d*mn)
one day, i probably spent three hundred stoppin’ at the store (d*mn)
one night, i did three shows, i’m really on the road

[verse 2]
play a n*gga, pimpin’ b*tches, make them b*tches work for me
bend it over, b*tch, i got them bands, come and twerk for me (d*mn)
gangster b*tch say that p*ssy wet, she popped a perc’ for me
if that p*ssy off the chain then she might get a birk’ from me
she say she a trap b*tch, i made her count out all the pills
cuz said you got too many racks that make a n*gga steal
she say she want me to drill that p*ssy and i don’t need a drill
plug threw a hundred p’s on me and it gave me chills
n*gga
[interlude]
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this big pape’, n*gga
this real motherf*ckin’ pape’, n*gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
this ain’t no shoebox money, n*gga, this ain’t no piggy bank money, n*gga
this ain’t no under*the*bed money, n*gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?

[verse 3]
i need a suitcase, a money counter and like twenty hoes
cuh i want all them b*tches naked, they can’t steal the code (d*mn)
what that n*gga think, he frank lucas with that chinchilla coat? (d*mn)
jetskis with this n*gga b*tch and then we hittin’ the ‘bows
dark shades, b*tch, i got them bands, i’m gettin’ that pape’ in (hold up)
what the f*ck you tryna cuff that b*tch? bring a cape in (hold up)
tell the waiter i want it all gold, bring my steak in (hold up)
she say, “golden, you ain’t that f*ckin’ n*gga,” what you say then?
hold up, b*tch, i’d buy you from your n*gga, don’t play on my top
i*10, traffickin’ that dope in them black socks (d*mn)
red b*tch cookin’ my own steak, we at black rock
she say golden dreads gettin’ wicked, he look like static shock
different cars, different houses, different b*tches, real pape’
you can give a n*gga a piece of your sh*t and he gon’ still hate (d*mn)
this lil’ b*tch got her body done but she still fake
my daddy sold dope, i sold dope, n*gga, that’s real tray (skrrt)

[chorus]
she gon’ f*ck a broke n*gga ’cause she know i’m a busy n*gga
uh, she gon’ cuff a lame n*gga, you can’t contain a litty n*gga (d*mn)
they say golden talkin’ sh*t, i’m the littest in the city, n*gga
when you see that p on my hat, that ain’t for philly, n*gga
[outro]
real motherf*ckin’ pape’, n*gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no lil’*boy money, n*gga, not twenty, thirty thousand, n*gga, n*gga
n*gga, quarter m, five hundred thousand, n*gga, workin’ on that m sh*t, n*gga

- goldenboy countup lyrics

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