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goldenboy countup - dog shit lyrics

[intro: goldenboy countup]
golden
ayy
countup
ayy

[verse 1: goldenboy countup]
dope boy, real florida n+gga, i be talkin’ drugs
five b+tches with me, i’m in cali lookin’ for the plug
n+gga, i got a hundred k in blues, we ain’t takin’ dubs
could’ve f+cked that p+ssy n+gga b+tch, it’s showing fake love
shades on, put somewhere in gucci, i run this trap, n+gga
n+gga want to have a money war but my sack bigger
word ’round town they done iced the new crack, n+gga
please don’t take no picture of my dog, he done smacked n+ggas
five years ago, me and my n+ggas had bricks of molly
p+ssy n+gga drive me so i’m finna buy his b+tch a body
walk inside my trap, it’s all white, b+tch, i’m feelin’ godly
skrrt, i desеrved a hundred p’s out that new monty
2016, i was takin’ p’s up to tali
cuz, wе ain’t waitin’ on them n+gga, we finna go to cali
i’ma f+ck this b+tch like a dog, she gon’ call me daddy
i ain’t sprayin’ creed, this baccarat and i’m wearin’ bali
n+gga, i got a condo in the sky lookin’ at the city
golden, why you dancin’ on that brick like you p. diddy?
i ain’t finna argue with no n+gga that ain’t seen fifty
n+gga, we ain’t talkin’ ’bout no feature when we remixing
n+gga, common sense, keep your stick when you in that jungle
golden, you be really pushing p’s and you don’t know gunna
n+gga, i got cash money on me, number+one stunna
fifty p’s in each trash bag, put ’em in the dumpster
two+hundred thousand in my hand, i’m with the wise guys
boss talk at the round table in the skyrise
n+gga, we got p’s, we got pills, p+ssy sell pies
we done plugged the whole city up, let’s take it worldwide
tell the plug ain’t need to tighten up, we sell that sh+t fast
i’ma have to sell ’em dog sh+t, i’m runnin’ out of bags
n+gga, you was talkin’ dog sh+t, now running out of cash
n+gga, i got a quarter million on me, this a n+gga stash
[verse 2: doe boy]
young rich n+gga, all i do is pop boss sh+t
go opp shopping, broke boys barely caught sh+t
he ain’t got no money, i’m confused why he talk sh+t
need to start a kennel, got a pocket full of dog sh+t
why you playin’ with me? b+tch, i’m playin’ with a check
never been a p+ssy, b+tch, you playin’ with a threat
vvs on my neck, yeah, covered in baguettes
ain’t talkin’ water fountains, push a b+tton, he get wet (oh really?)
i got dog sh+t in my pocket, need a vet
i’ve been rag racin’, first place, never second
i ain’t with the textin’, send bullets, get the message
i ain’t talkin’ sell it, i be saucin’ when i’m dressing
thumbin’ through the cheddar for the cheese, got a fetish
hit it with the fetty, can’t believe how he stretched it (oh really?)
can’t believe how he finessed it
n+gga popped that perky, gon’ regret it (haha)

[outro: doe boy]
big ol’ ready, big dog

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