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goldenboy countup & bfb da packman - heavy motion lyrics

[intro: goldenboy countup]
(yarri)
(zkup)
uh, uh

[verse 1: goldenboy countup]
rental car with a bad b+tch, bustin’ down this brick
cuh, we gon’ do the hokey pokey when that sack hit
on my mama, dog made a million off that black b+tch
steppin’ on his neck with these guccis out of saks fifth

[verse 2: bfb da packman]
main course in tampa, florida, order salmon with the collard
she instagram famous from suckin’ d+ck for lines of powder
tax a n+gga, say it’s runtz, on the low, it’s really sour
million+dollar babies, b+tch, you better gargle ‘fore you swallow

[verse 3: goldenboy countup]
cuh served a n+gga fifty p’s, but it’s rabbit food
cappin’+ass n+gga, get out the streets, should’ve sat in school
doctor+shoppin’ shorty, servin’ d’s and i’m sellin’ blues
told him it was ‘za, but i served jit gorilla glue

[verse 4: bfb da packman]
woah, woah, woah, woah, golden, you know you wrong for that
lil’ boy, get off my d+ck, i got hoes for that
i don’t tuck my bl!ck in my pants, i got rolls for that
n+gga ran off with my favorite baby mama, went and stole her back
drivin’ to the nearest projects, i need some wicks
f+cked around and let a stripper ride my face, i need some vicks
fat fresh n+gga, lift my belly, suck my d+ck
listen, baby, i ain’t no trick, you f+ck me good, i pay your rent
[verse 5: goldenboy countup]
ayy, ran off with the n+gga baby mama, don’t try to hold me back
i just want to f+ck her a few times, i’ma give her back
golden really ballin’ on these n+ggas, let’s go rack for rack
cookin’ dope and bustin’ down these p’s, tryna get a sack
florida boy, got a red b+tch inside this lamborghini
i only f+cked this b+tch one time and she still fiending?
golden really upper than a b+tch, but i’m still scheming
big stick hangin’ off my waist, it got a n+gga leaning

[verse 6: bfb da packman]
got a cougar b+tch out there in brandon, told her s+x me up
my girl text me and told me no more donuts, she wanna stress me, huh?
that p+ssy ain’t worth no bundles, go get a messy bun
told sookie i was rod wave and she let me f+ck

[verse 7: goldenboy countup]
d+mn, that’s so crazy, i got a bad red b+tch in tampa
golden, he the first sack to drop, i gave unc’ a sample
skrr+rrt, sh+ttin’ on these n+ggas, golden need a pamper
cuh, go get my sack back from that n+gga, that’s too much to handle

[verse 8: bfb da packman]
no, if he f+ck up the sack, grrat+dat
my girl be goin’ through my phone, text me on snapchat
[verse 9: goldenboy countup]
you know them crackers be listening, hit me on whatsapp
i showed that n+gga a hundred p’s, he said, “what’s that?”
skrr+rrt, pulled up in that bentley, i got the sauce, n+gga
heavy motion, i can give a job to your boss, n+gga

[outro: goldenboy countup]
frrt

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