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get it done - goldenboy countup lyrics lyrics

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[intro: goldenboy countup]
n+gga
yeah
countup
turn me up
uh
yeah
n+gga

[verse 1: goldenboy countup]
goyard bag, golden goin’ hard for that paper, n+gga
hundred racks on my chain, i’m spazzin’ on a hater, n+gga
trickin’ with the b+tch, you steady crabbin’ with that paper, n+gga
b+tch, i’m flyin’ state+to+state, i’m hot as f+ck, i’m on that raider, n+gga
my bag big, it’s big as [?], i send my shooter, he get it done
i cash him out, he send a ton
n+gga bet my b+tch ain’t wearin’ no buns
my bag up, b+tch, ain’t sh+t here cheap
spend that jeep then sh+t get creep
forty+ball, b+tch, that’s on my t++th
giuseppe kicks, that’s on my feet

[chorus: tyla yaweh]
yeah, spin with the gun, spin just for fun
i got old hundreds, n+gga spend it on her bum
yeah, i just made a hundred racks, i did that off a run
said old hundreds, blue hundreds, took them twenties and them fifties
they can’t fold on me, rolls on me, i ain’t talkin’ pills
b+tch, you f+ck me for a [?] ’cause don’t go talkin’ to me sh+tty
you don’t understand this player talk, chopper make you milly rock
before i took her on that date, that b+tch gave me plenty top
[verse 2: goldenboy countup]
i’m in the benz with the gun, the benz with the gun
skrrt, bustin’ juggs in corners in the benz makin’ runs
d+mn, all my diamonds shinin’ like akin to the sun, n+gga
told the plug i’m racked up, told him send a ton (let’s go)
she gon’ f+ck for gucci, so i’m payin’ for that coochie
n+gga, drench my b+tch in louis, you ain’t never heard of pucci? hold on

[verse 3: tyla yaweh]
you ain’t never had no marni, n+gga
never had no b+tch hand you some money from apartments, n+gga
she don’t f+ck for free
she do for a fee, she gon’ strip for me

[verse 4: goldenboy countup]
n+ggas cuffin’ on these b+tches ’cause they don’t keep it p
told her throw that sh+t to me, i sell that sh+t for cheap
she say you can get this p+ssy, but this sh+t gon’ cost a fee
brand new coat, that b+tch givenchy, i’m sellin’ dope, i’m in the trenches
know crackers come, we jumpin’ fences, we keep them switches and extentions
b+tches keep me in they mentions, golden p, that n+gga pimpin’
we f+cked that b+tch, that n+gga simpin’, b+tch, i’m a dog but i’m a chicken

[chorus: tyla yaweh]
yeah, spin with the gun, spin just for fun
i got old hundreds, n+gga spend it on her bum
yeah, i just made a hundred racks, i did that off a run
said old hundreds, blue hundreds, took them twenties and them fifties
they can’t fold on me, rolls on me, i ain’t talkin’ pills
b+tch, you f+ck me for a [?] ’cause don’t go talkin’ to me sh+tty
you don’t understand this player talk, chopper make you milly rock
before i took her on that date, that b+tch gave me plenty top



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