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lilyab26zz - golden child lyrics

{intro}
i ain’t ducking sh+t n+gga
f+ck the opps too, you know who shot you
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{verse 1 – lilyab}
chain sw+ngin’, pants low, pistol poking out
the type of n+gga to f+ck a n+gga b+tch at waffle house
my momma looked me in the eyes and said
“i’m the golden child, watch how i shoot a n+gga in his sh+t.”
if you let him try me
i’m a laid+back n+gga, i’m chasing after money
you gon’ put a 10 ball on a boots, you n+ggas funny
these n+ggas know i been steppin’
i don’t need a weapon
beat a n+gga ass like i’m tank
i swear my hands heavy
my n+gga a1 chopped out?
but slangin’ nine twos, calling baby michael myers
you can hide, he find you
and if we ever hit the road, we slanging nine twos
slit a n+gga throat while he sleep
f+cking bline, good? (mm) (ahh)
aye, a+l+i?
nine n+gga walk inside the mall and blow a ten, that’s your style
n+gga
n+ggas steady tweakin’ to that hoe that done bad
n+gga no diddy, i done lost so f+cking bad
n+gga night ybeezy? had a candlelight k2, had one, two
i don’t know how to f+ck that big head b+tch
made it through me and big 30 in them cars, that’s a scary sight
i told brodie work the wheel while i’ll go take a life
switch comin’ n+gga way, i got to inhale. (n+gga) (n+gga)
i thought some sh+ll?
b+tch had the key to my heart and wanna get it back
new thick brown sh+t, you know that’s a fact
when i get home to that p+ssy, bae, i beat the night slow
she be talking to me like that, like, “who let this d+ck go?”
i got smoke with n+ggas from the 3, crying through the note
(i got smoke with n+ggas from the 3, crying through the note)
{verse 2 – lilyab}

chain sw+ngin’, pants low, pistol poking out
the type of n+gga to f+ck a n+gga b+tch at waffle house
my momma looked me in the eyes and said
“i’m the golden child, watch how i shoot a n+gga in his sh+t.”
if you let him try me
i’m a laid+back n+gga, i’m chasing after money
you gon’ put a 10 ball on a boots, you n+ggas funny
these n+ggas know i been steppin’
i don’t need a weapon
beat a n+gga ass like i’m tank
i swear my hands heavy

{outro}

know n+gga, you heard

smoke a n+gga ass, swear to god n+gga

you heard him, these n+ggas not f+cking with me in this rock

sh+t, free the guys, free the (?) n+gga, f+ck everything

everything k
i’ll slime a n+gga for free on my dead brother, i don’t feel no

connection between runners

you heard me, yb living to fetty

living wop, you heard me, n+gga dean?

y’all heard me, z

- lilyab26zz lyrics

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