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rolling stone - goldenboy countup lyrics

[intro]
uh, golden
yeah, talkin’ ’bout
big chicken sh*t, n*gga, goldenboy countupboy, n*gga
n*gga
uh, yeah, ayy
uh, this for them dope boys, n*gga
real trap sh*t, n*gga
you know what i’m sayin’? for them bald n*ggas, you know what i’m sayin’?
golden, n*gga

[verse 1]
look at my watch, bae, that b*tch goin’ crazy, come and dance with it
d*mn, golden sold fifty p’s, i got them bands with me
streets say i’m hotter than a b*tch, i keep a band with me
why the f*ck he lookin’ for his b*tch? he know she stayin’ with me (ha)
please don’t compare me to these n*ggas, they ain’t got no money (n*gga)
dee say he f*cked that n*gga b*tch and i think it’s funny
f*ck n*gga talkin’ down on me, but they lookin’ bummy
slatt, go’n wipe that n*gga nose, i think i see it runnin’
skrrt, golden, he just pulled up in that cullinan
f*cked ’em, i ain’t buyin’ no dope from him, he be cuttin’ it
mmm, i’ma f*ck her for an hour, he be rushin’ it
f*ck n*gga, you talkin’ ’bout them buds, i’m really touchin’ it
why the f*ck this b*tch look so good with this f*ckin’ wig?
i told her that her n*gga always trippin’ ’cause he smokin’ mid
her baby daddy doin’ it too small, golden doin’ it big
b*tch, i’m buyin’ sh*t for my jits, f*ck them other kids
i f*ck with golden, he be talkin’ bricks, not no dead opps
golden, he a real rollin’ stone, they call me redfox (d*mn)
speakin’ through the window tryna make his b*tch bedrock
if one of these police n*ggas die, that’s a dead cop
[interlude]
countupboy, i’m that motherf*ckin’ n*gga, n*gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
real fly n*gga
real smooth n*gga
real street n*gga, b*tch
you already know what time it is with me, n*gga
n*gga, ayy

[verse 2]
i threw a frisbee to my dog, he caught that b*tch like he jerry rice
golden really plugged on these n*ggas like a sattelite
golden, he was really takin’ trips, they ain’t have a bike
golden, he a real hood n*gga, watchin’ dog fight
posted in the hood with my n*gga sellin’ bubs, n*gga
i can’t tell you sh*t about no work, but ’bout them drugs, n*gga
n*gga, i’m tryna get my sack off, f*ck a club, n*gga
golden really worth a half a million, what’s a dub, n*gga?
pretty b*tch, i’ma pick her up, then i’ma drop her off
why these p*ssy n*ggas actin’ hard? we be sellin’ soft
tryna drop b*lls in this b*tch, b*tch, i’m playin’ golf
tell him stop lookin’ for his b*tch ’cause she at my loft
give that b*tch a party pack of pills, now that b*tch jiggin’
n*gga wanna bring his dog back, tell him keep diggin’
i’ma keep f*ckin’ on his b*tch, he can keep dissin’
i’ma sit her down like a boss and make this b*tch listen
pull up to my trap, i got shooters on my roof, n*gga
golden signed a deal for three million, i got proof, n*gga
i had to hit the gas, i got his b*tch inside my coupe, n*gga
“golden, you a skinny*ass n*gga runnin’ through n*ggas”

- goldenboy countup lyrics

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