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eli fross – the golden child (snippet)* lyrics

[intro]
gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa gllaa
b+tch
boom boom boom boom
fross
great john on the beat by the way
look, look

[verse]
pull up on ’em with the biggest gat and make his body twitch
don’t give a f+ck about no feelings, n+gga i demolish sh+t
i got shooters that love getting money while we poppin’ sh+t
expensive bottles what we poppin’ n+gga, p+ssy poppin’ quick
we making movies when we running down, this ain’t no acting n+gga
got some scammers that be getting money, but will clap a n+gga
claim a score, and then we pull up on you like, “what happen n+gga?”
you would think a n+gga racist from the way we blastin’ n+ggas
i be ridin’ round with 10 on me, like it’s my favorite number
shorty think i hit the lotto, so she suck me in the hummer
said she like the way i grab her up and beat her like no other
she attracted to my money and the way that i be stuntin’
got tired of the green, started stackin’ up the hunnids
shorty know she been the drill, i be f+cking up her stomach
once a n+gga pop a pill, i be in it ’till the morning
she gon’ suck a n+gga up while a n+gga start to yawning, ah
lil p+ssy n+gga, don’t wanna get wiggety+wacked
cl!ckety+clack, wrapped up in that piggety+pack
like what up, huh (p+ssy)
don’t l!ckety+lack, cause my shooters don’t give no s—

- eli fross lyrics

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