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goldlink - fuck being polite lyrics

[verse 1]
i got beautiful badder b-tches and hoes in area codes
and women who stripping naked and want to see me at shows
my proper posture so proper my glock would poppity pop ya
rollin that t-ticaca, get comfortable in mi casa
and if your mama a milf, i’ma put my d-ck in your mama
then you call me your papa; then we have baby shower
hit sam up for that sour, n-gga, why you so sour?
get the coochie from california, hoes don’t give her flowers
that’s real sh-t, for instance
i get, get my d-ck l!cked
bad b-tch with phat -ss, with blonde hair extensions
f-ck you i hit l!cks. i talk bout real sh-t
don’t sip that lean sh-t, we smoke blue dream sh-t
n-gga, i’m so cuckoo. shoot two, thu thu!
pop pop, n-gga, boom boom
cornrows and a bluetooth
living and bouncing that go go
still no love for these hoes, doe
bottle ace and that rose gold
bounce that -ss for my kinfolk

[verse 2]
understand who i f-cking be
got a f-cking problem? don’t f-ck with me
i’m gold, yeah, that young n-gga who nice
best mothaf-cker who be running with da knife
ak, n-gga, make way or i might
blow, stab, k!ll, choke, k!ll hoes
blow hoes, n-gga pop, n-gga gone
where them ho n-ggas at now?
where them mother f-cking ho n-ggas at now?
we spit rounds, love my town
westside, n-gga westside for the pound
pcp, we so loud
trippy medicine that we hitting right now
and we so cool and i’m so rude
f-ck -ss n-ggas that i used to go to school
with, b-tch. i don’t have to holla at a b-tch
i’m a real n-gga with the sh-ts
thots, shots, throw a lot of money in the air
and we gonna watch it fall down
sing it one time
throw a lot of money in the air
and we gonna watch it fall down
got my n-ggas. we bloodhounds
westside, n-gga, westside for the
p, pound

- goldlink lyrics

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