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goldenboy countup - if love was a person lyrics

[intro]
(cloudy beatz)
uh, uh, how you gon’ understand a n+gga?
how you gon’ understand a n+gga?
how you gon’ understand a n+gga?
that been through what i’ve been through, you ain’t understand a n+gga, ayy
sh+t get real and sh+t get tough
uh, sh+t get real and sh+t get rough
ayy, you f+ckin’ with a dope dealer
f+ckin’ with a street n+gga, f+ckin’ with a— ayy

[chorus]
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b+tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b+tch out, always f+ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b+tch out ’til that motherf+cker dead

[verse]
i’m the type of n+gga that’s gon’ put you up on different sh+t
don’t get in your feelings when you here, i’m with a different b+tch
bae, i’m on my sauce walka sh+t, i love to pimp a b+tch
golden pull up skrrt in that ‘cat, you hеar this hemi jig
this b+tch look me in my eyеs and say she loved a n+gga
bae, my life different than them n+ggas, don’t you judge a n+gga
if i leave you in a room with rich n+ggas, would you f+ck a n+gga?
and if crackers send me off and do a bid, would you touch a n+gga?
i might play around with them hoes but this her d+ck
i might let you borrow the lil’ b+tch but this her sh+t
this lil’ b+tch’d pull up with the fire on the f+ck sh+t
bae, bring your pretty ass here, you ain’t gon’ bust sh+t
i’ma beat that sh+t from the back, i’m in your guts, ain’t i?
girl, you look gooder than a b+tch, f+ck that waist trainer
i don’t need no paintbrush, bae, but i’ma really paint you
i just wanna see it from the back, golden grab your ankles
golden, he a dog and you knew it from the first day
your ex+n+gga lame, he can’t see me on my worst day
golden put the fork in the bowl, made an earthquake
bae, i might get you a new rollie on your birthday
[chorus]
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b+tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b+tch out, always f+ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b+tch out ’til that motherf+cker dead
if love was a person, i would’ve shot that b+tch dead
uh, two hands on the gun, run up on it, hit the head
stomped that b+tch out, always f+ckin’ up my head
uh, choke that b+tch out ’til that motherf+cker dead

[outro]
sh+t get real and sh+t get tough
uh, sh+t get real, sh+t get rough
ayy, you f+ckin’ with a dope dealer
f+ckin’ with a street n+gga, f+ckin’ with a— ayy
sh+t get real and sh+t get tough
uh, sh+t get real, sh+t get rough
ayy, you f+ckin’ with a dope dealer
f+ckin’ with a street n+gga, f+ckin’ with a— ayy

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