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goldenboy countup - what happened? lyrics

[intro]
uh, n+gga, yeah, countup, n+gga, yeah
big chicken sh+t, n+gga, goldenboy countupboy, b+tch, i’m that motherf+ckin’ n+gga, n+gga
you know what i’m sayin’? uh, n+gga, yeah
run out of motherf+ckin’ chicken, n+gga
stand on that motherf+ckin’ chicken, n+gga
countup, yeah

[verse 1]
stand alone, don’t need no help, got this sh+t all by myself
pop my sh+t, i feel myself, diamonds bust from sh+t i dealt
he up as f+ck and independent, pretty lil’ b+tch, she four+door jenie
i strike a pose, i flex a fifty, cuban rose, it’s diamonds in it
told ya i ain’t gon’ let up, n+gga, red benz like ketchup, n+gga
up two m’s, can’t catch us, n+gga, too much pape’, can’t catch up with us
grandma said you f+ckin’ flashy, buyin’ jewelry, steady spazzin’
switchin’ cars and still crashin’, think they tell you i’m livin’ lavish
ballin’ on ’em, i’m in the post, keep that burner, n+ggas toast
flyin’ these b+tches coast to coast, n+gga, go check coat, i’m in the snow
n+gga, mmm

[interlude]
goldenboy countupboy, b+tch, i’m that motherf+ckin’ n+gga, n+gga
let me pop my sh+t, n+gga, yeah
you know what i’m sayin’? pull a big dot on a n+gga
pull a hundred out on a n+gga, n+gga’s stash bigger, you know what i’m sayin’?
yeah
[verse 2]
when you hear that flrrt, n+gga, know i’m flippin’ through that money
i’m chicken man, it’s my side of town, we be servin’ junkies
rental cars, n+ggas flexin’, n+ggas hit ’em with a dummy
came up, givin’ turkeys back, n+gga think he bumpy
f+ck n+gga, forty racks on my bezel, yeah, zaza bags, they full of pressure
pull up skrrt, a different tesla, i slammed a brick, a f+ckin’ wrestler
trap house full like fifty buddy, more from the dirt, my shoes muddy
the smallest cuban, i spent a thirty, heard your whole lil’ crew wanna f+ck me
heard your whole lil’ crew been goin’, n+ggas flat, f+ck they doin’?
flippin’ racks, b+tch, i’m chewin’, plottin’ on ’em, f+ck you brewin’?
talkin’ sh+t like dame dash, it took some time to make the bag
n+ggas think it came fast, you cuffed the b+tch, your lame ass
i made the play so you pick it and roll it, uh, you bust it down, i’ma sell it and hold it
yeah, i run the trap and you beat up the road, and we don’t give a f+ck ’bout none of these hoes
no, we don’t give a f+ck ’bout none of these b+tches, me and my n+gga gon’ sell these chickens
ayy, birds, n+gga, we sellin’ these pigeons, they scared, n+gga gon’ weigh up the digits
n+gga

[outro]
big chicken sh+t, n+gga, goldenboy countupboy, b+tch, you know what i’m sayin’?
real dope boy, f+ck n+gga
you know what i’m sayin’?
ayy

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