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goldenboy countup - bae 2 lyrics

[intro]
(dang, supreme, turn that sh+t down)
uh, countup
countup
countup
baby, i’m on that fly sh+t, baby, i’m so f+ckin’ fly
ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[verse]
double+cross his ass ’cause you bad, now get in his dad
i’ma hit the gas, f+ck that n+gga, he ain’t goin’ back
bae, i’m really up, you can come and pick the paper tag
sick of his lil’ ass, just be talkin’, he ain’t in his bag
i don’t see your boyfriend, your ex, or your baby dad
b+tch, you better respect a n+gga presence, i’m really gettin’ cash
tell that n+gga get up off his ass and come and cop a bag
he can watch my car for the day, i’ll give him cash
oh, your baby daddy think he ballin’ ’cause he got a brick?
’cause he caught that scam wave he think he on some rich sh+t?
tell that f+ck n+gga we in our twenties and we been rich
tell him i be beatin’ that p+ssy up and i don’t spend sh+t
when he leave that sack, let me know so i can send jits
my stick titties bigger than your titties, b+tch, real sh+t
when you put that shh on the road, you get real rich
hear that sh+t barkin’ out the bag, n+gga, that’s real pit
thirty+five hundred for this bag, n+gga, this real sh+t
if you go to jail and she don’t f+ck, that’s a real b+tch
when he bust it open, i realized it wasn’t a real brick
know that he was sicker than a b+tch ’cause he wan’ k!ll sh+t
dog pop a pill before he drill, he don’t feel sh+t
i can leave a mil’ around my dog, he won’t steal sh+t
n+ggas always talkin’ ’bout them p’s, but they ain’t seal sh+t
golden in the trap, i’m bustin’ down, i’m gettin’ real rich
[outro]
countup

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