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golden child - lilyab26zz lyrics

{intro}
i ain’t ducking sh*t n*gga
f*ck the opps too, you know who shot you
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{verse 1 – lilyab}
chain sw*ngin’, pants low, pistol poking out
the type of n*gga to f*ck a n*gga b*tch at waffle house
my momma looked me in the eyes and said
“i’m the golden child, watch how i shoot a n*gga in his sh*t.”
if you let him try me
i’m a laid*back n*gga, i’m chasing after money
you gon’ put a 10 ball on a boots, you n*ggas funny
these n*ggas know i been steppin’
i don’t need a weapon
beat a n*gga ass like i’m tank
i swear my hands heavy
my n*gga a1 chopped out?
but slangin’ nine twos, calling baby michael myers
you can hide, he find you
and if we ever hit the road, we slanging nine twos
slit a n*gga throat while he sleep
f*cking bline, good? (mm) (ahh)
aye, a*l*i?
nine n*gga walk inside the mall and blow a ten, that’s your style
n*gga
n*ggas steady tweakin’ to that hoe that done bad
n*gga no diddy, i done lost so f*cking bad
n*gga night ybeezy? had a candlelight k2, had one, two
i don’t know how to f*ck that big head b*tch
made it through me and big 30 in them cars, that’s a scary sight
i told brodie work the wheel while i’ll go take a life
switch comin’ n*gga way, i got to inhale. (n*gga) (n*gga)
i thought some sh*ll?
b*tch had the key to my heart and wanna get it back
new thick brown sh*t, you know that’s a fact
when i get home to that p*ssy, bae, i beat the night slow
she be talking to me like that, like, “who let this d*ck go?”
i got smoke with n*ggas from the 3, crying through the note
(i got smoke with n*ggas from the 3, crying through the note)
{verse 2 – lilyab}

chain sw*ngin’, pants low, pistol poking out
the type of n*gga to f*ck a n*gga b*tch at waffle house
my momma looked me in the eyes and said
“i’m the golden child, watch how i shoot a n*gga in his sh*t.”
if you let him try me
i’m a laid*back n*gga, i’m chasing after money
you gon’ put a 10 ball on a boots, you n*ggas funny
these n*ggas know i been steppin’
i don’t need a weapon
beat a n*gga ass like i’m tank
i swear my hands heavy

{outro}

know n*gga, you heard

smoke a n*gga ass, swear to god n*gga

you heard him, these n*ggas not f*cking with me in this rock

sh*t, free the guys, free the (?) n*gga, f*ck everything

everything k
i’ll slime a n*gga for free on my dead brother, i don’t feel no

connection between runners

you heard me, yb living to fetty

living wop, you heard me, n*gga dean?

y’all heard me, z

- lilyab26zz lyrics

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