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lil durk - golden child lyrics

golden child lyrics
[intro]
(turn me up, yc)
smurk (uh, uh)
(red dead, i’m so f+ckin’ bumpin’, bruh)
smurk
(hitmaka)
yeah

[verse 1]
i share clothes with k!llers (let’s get it)
who shot? i don’t remember (yeah)
that b+tch off coke, remember? (let’s get it)
f+ck hoes to bryson tiller (yeah, yeah)
make freak hoes bite the pillow (let’s get it)
i cut coke for dealers (i cut coke)
if he got more bodies than you, you can’t lil’ bro the n+gga (yeah)
you hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poked the n+gga? (yeah)
if you got power with that tommy, you can ghost a n+gga (yeah)
i f+ck a b+tch, her p+ssy dry, i might use lotion with her (yeah)
live by the gun, you dyin’ by it, them n+ggas ain’t coachin’ n+ggas (grrah, grrah)
i really got left with noodles (noodles)
know a pit who was born a poodle (let’s get it)
that sh+t wouldn’t move, then poot her (poot her)
that sh+t do feel like voodoo (let’s get it)
you say you got good gas (good gas), that sh+t be doo+doo (good gas)
that sh+t foo+foo, feds cracked the case with that sh+t on youtube (uh)
told an old head fresh out of jail, this sh+t right here he ain’t used to (let’s get it)
young n+ggas cuckoo, hit ’em, baow, that b+tch go roo+roo
i’m talking ’bout dracs and switches (dracs and switches)
b+tch, i ain’t paying for kisses (i ain’t payin’)
i’m akh, but i love the christians (let’s get it)
i know an akh who f+ck with christmas (let’s get it)
[interlude]
keep that
keep all that, but, uh, that mac, you know, like
man, what?

[verse 2]
i bought my lamb’ with cash
that boy dead, i’m glad
i don’t speak tongues, period, i don’t f+ck with vlad
in new york, i dress like fab
too rich to jump in cabs
sip drank, i don’t f+ck with dab
she nosey, close the tab (yeah)
i’m smurk, i’m a golden child (yeah)
i’m a street n+gga, eat at tao (yeah)
hundred mill’, i’ma throw in the towel (yeah, yeah)
i made eight bricks, still in style (yeah)
got an apex, cover the tab (yeah)
make a top b+tch come to the lab (yeah)
if she quiet, then f+ck her loud (yeah)
got gas, don’t f+ck with mild (yeah, yeah)

[outro]
yeah
yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah

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