goldenboy countup – cheddar cheese lyrics
[intro]
(yarri)
golden, n+gga
uh
i just pulled up on that big sh+t, n+gga
know what i’m sayin’?
icy as f+ck
big stick on me, you know what i mean?
n+gga, pretty lil’ b+tch
[verse 1]
uh, bust down these p’s, n+gga, bust down this ice
i told them, “you keep spendin’, i’ma take down this price”
old cheddar cheese eatin’+ass n+gga hang with mice
n+gga got a couple n+ggas up the road doing life
n+gga, i took off with this rap so i can stay off them crackers’ radar
and my lil’ shooter shootin’ threes like reggie miller on the pacers
i just razor cut the dope with my nail, f+ck a razor
n+gga, if we was in the nineties, golden’d have ten pagers
n+gga, i met the plug sniffin’ sand at the taco stand
told papi, “n+gga, i got them bands, you just bring ‘еm in”
told cuh, “n+gga, park the coupe, just pull up in the van”
told cuh, “fill thеm b+tches up, grab what you can”
dope boy, i can teach you n+ggas ’bout this street sh+t
golden really read n+ggas, n+gga, i really peep sh+t
golden, why the f+ck your eyes red? ’cause i don’t sleep, jit
my lil’ n+ggas’ll slime a n+gga out, they on that creep sh+t
n+gga, i got two hundred and fifty cash in that duffle bag
n+gga, you be f+ckin’ on her slow, i’ma f+ck her fast
n+gga, you be playin’ in that p+ssy, i’m hittin’ it from the back
n+gga, you tryna cuddle with that b+tch, i’m ready to send her back
shades on, chillin’ in the trap, i’m with the dope users
unc’ say he chillin’ up on pluto, he don’t know future
n+gga, you keep flaggin’ ’round this b+tch, them jits gon’ shoot you
yeah, n+gga eatin’ off them p’s, but dope gon’ boost you
every ounce leave this f+ckin’ trap bein’ calculated
cuh, you keep f+ckin’ up the dope, i’m gettin’ agitated
told lil’ bruh, “take this to my cracker, he in a black mercedes”
n+gga, i be doin’ this sh+t for real, i ain’t fabricating
n+gga, you can get a whole chicken, this like boston market
if we catch that n+gga out at target, we gon’ hit the target
labels say they got two fifty for me, well, we got a bargain
if it’s five hundred on that b+tch, well, let’s get it started
[interlude]
b+tch
n+gga
countup
[verse 2]
i’m worth a quarter in the streets, so i need a million dollars
i’ll bust this sh+t down and sell thirty for the lotto
i done stepped on like twenty n+ggas necks in these pradas
it’s a foreign baby in this b+tch, n+gga, and i’m the father
uh, how the f+ck you got all of that ice in your chain, n+gga?
it’s blood on this sh+t, on my mama, i lost my main n+gga
golden finna have real m’s, but i’m the same n+gga
‘member n+ggas talked down on me, but now they lame n+ggas
[outro]
b+tch
n+gga
golden
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