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creative gold – f*** boy lyrics

[verse 1: creative gold]

okay now brownsville’s my residence, stash box full of medicine
on a different level who the f-ck are ya’ll, end your whole career with a couple bars
brooklyn n-gga got harlem with me, none of these n-ggas want problems with me
henny in the system looking for some income, b-tch in the backseat a n-gga met last week
d-mn, who really want war with me, got some real n-ggas on tour with me
getting crew love while we overseas, on my high horse smoking polo trees
mixtape ain’t take a break, poppin now get all kind of hate
tell me really what it is, hit a n-gga head for the bread, 1-0-9-0 you know what i said
yo rich what up, let’s f-ck sh-t up
do these b-tches like remy did lady luck
they ain’t wanna see a n-gga eat
now i’m the hottest thing playing in the streets
yeah i’m a real n-gga, hi hater
i’m heartless i swear i need a pacemaker
don’t bake pies, pay the baker
this my city, i need a spread in fader

[hook: creative gold]

real n-ggas all black, black cars, black straps
all you n-ggas that’s hating we don’t see you n-ggas on our map
what up though, what’s new bro, i see you n-ggas missing
cause i don’t like no f-ck boys riding with my clique kid

f-ck that, f-ck boy (x6)

cause i don’t like no f-ck boys riding with my clique kid

[verse 2: creative gold]

them boys see me round town, they try to talk but i don’t hear nothing
from brownsville to bed-stuy, got real goons i ain’t near frontin
east coast we on the rise, taking it back from these other guys
i’m a.i. but they feed lies, we ball hard like we 6’9
globetrotters, monstars, we do it big we do it large
in my hood you get robbed, two black eyes a knife scar
n-ggas in the four, ludacris throwing them bows
all at my shows, strong like gasol in the post
marc when the gun go pau, one shot make your big brother lay out

f-ck you and your mother’s couch, yeah i’m so disrespectful shouts to the rebel
aim for the top and we never settle, you popcorn n-ggas so sweet like kettle
come through and f-ck sh-t up like neville
these fiends in the street bam bam for pebbles
werewolf life, jacob the bezzel
shine on a hoe got her feeling special
rockstar with some ill raps, want a verse from me you need ill racks
this here for play so play along, tell your homegirl this your favorite song
no red bull but i stay fly, get drunk, stay high
bk, ny, this my city you see why

[hook: creative gold]

f-ck that, f-ck boy (x6)

cause i don’t like no f-ck boys riding with my clique kid

- creative gold lyrics

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