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goldenboy countup - rolling stone lyrics

[intro]
uh, golden
yeah, talkin’ ’bout
big chicken sh+t, n+gga, goldenboy countupboy, n+gga
n+gga
uh, yeah, ayy
uh, this for them dope boys, n+gga
real trap sh+t, n+gga
you know what i’m sayin’? for them bald n+ggas, you know what i’m sayin’?
golden, n+gga

[verse 1]
look at my watch, bae, that b+tch goin’ crazy, come and dance with it
d+mn, golden sold fifty p’s, i got them bands with me
streets say i’m hotter than a b+tch, i keep a band with me
why the f+ck he lookin’ for his b+tch? he know she stayin’ with me (ha)
please don’t compare me to these n+ggas, they ain’t got no money (n+gga)
dee say he f+cked that n+gga b+tch and i think it’s funny
f+ck n+gga talkin’ down on me, but they lookin’ bummy
slatt, go’n wipe that n+gga nose, i think i see it runnin’
skrrt, golden, he just pulled up in that cullinan
f+cked ’em, i ain’t buyin’ no dope from him, he be cuttin’ it
mmm, i’ma f+ck her for an hour, he be rushin’ it
f+ck n+gga, you talkin’ ’bout them buds, i’m really touchin’ it
why the f+ck this b+tch look so good with this f+ckin’ wig?
i told her that her n+gga always trippin’ ’cause he smokin’ mid
her baby daddy doin’ it too small, golden doin’ it big
b+tch, i’m buyin’ sh+t for my jits, f+ck them other kids
i f+ck with golden, he be talkin’ bricks, not no dead opps
golden, he a real rollin’ stone, they call me redfox (d+mn)
speakin’ through the window tryna make his b+tch bedrock
if one of these police n+ggas die, that’s a dead cop
[interlude]
countupboy, i’m that motherf+ckin’ n+gga, n+gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
real fly n+gga
real smooth n+gga
real street n+gga, b+tch
you already know what time it is with me, n+gga
n+gga, ayy

[verse 2]
i threw a frisbee to my dog, he caught that b+tch like he jerry rice
golden really plugged on these n+ggas like a sattelite
golden, he was really takin’ trips, they ain’t have a bike
golden, he a real hood n+gga, watchin’ dog fight
posted in the hood with my n+gga sellin’ bubs, n+gga
i can’t tell you sh+t about no work, but ’bout them drugs, n+gga
n+gga, i’m tryna get my sack off, f+ck a club, n+gga
golden really worth a half a million, what’s a dub, n+gga?
pretty b+tch, i’ma pick her up, then i’ma drop her off
why these p+ssy n+ggas actin’ hard? we be sellin’ soft
tryna drop b+lls in this b+tch, b+tch, i’m playin’ golf
tell him stop lookin’ for his b+tch ’cause she at my loft
give that b+tch a party pack of pills, now that b+tch jiggin’
n+gga wanna bring his dog back, tell him keep diggin’
i’ma keep f+ckin’ on his b+tch, he can keep dissin’
i’ma sit her down like a boss and make this b+tch listen
pull up to my trap, i got shooters on my roof, n+gga
golden signed a deal for three million, i got proof, n+gga
i had to hit the gas, i got his b+tch inside my coupe, n+gga
“golden, you a skinny+ass n+gga runnin’ through n+ggas”

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