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bring it back golden - goldenboy countup lyrics

[intro]
big chicken sh*t n*gga
goldenboy countup i’m dat muhf*ckin n*gga
i’m the hardest n*gga out, n*gga
i said it, n*gga what the f*ck
raw sh*t, n*gga
straight out the d n*gga, d county n*gga, central florida n*gga
aye, we at the muhf*ckin trap. i just backed in n*gga
got that thang on my lap, yuh feel me
i’m bust down king, wholesale king
[verse 1]
versace on me n*gga, i pulled the peezy out the wrap
gucci hat cooking up this dope, n*gga this slap
golden doin’ shows but he a certified trappa
yeah that n*gga got them m’s but he a certified capper
i got my stick, i’m in a rolls, you see the stars on the ceiling
i got my t**th white and rose, plus my chain this a sixty
n*gga, i can’t f*ck no average hoe cause you know golden real picky
n*gga, i’ll tеach you n*ggas a route, you ain’ even know еxisted
and my lil n*gga from the o, he ain’ never been to disney
and my lil n*ggas up in broward, they be standing on that business
and them lil n*ggas down st. pete, really sellin’ chicken
and them lil n*gga up tallahassee really havin’ millions
“oh my god, now bring it back golden!”
b*tch i’m from the d where them n*ggas got that crack on ’em
if you got some money then lil n*gga i put a sack on you
where i from you better have some money or they gone crack on you

[interlude]
f*ck, goldenboy countup boy you the f*ckin’ sh*t, n*gga
you make a n*gga just want to jump in that muhf*ckin’ coupe and wreck that b*tch
make a n*gga want to leave they b*tch and go to another n*gga b*tch
make a n*gga want to start selling dope, been working all my life

[verse 2]
i know some n*ggas scamming making millions in a tesla
and when i walk inside your crib, b*tch my forty on yo dressa’
and you gone think a n*gga matt hardy, jumpin’ off this dressa’
i’m dat n*gga, he ain’ paying rent, send em to the shelter
jit i’m p*ssed off, i just got some coke on my louis shirt
n*gga, i might slap you with a brick, ask you “do it work?”
yo b*tch ate me up, i got ashes on my gucci shirt
my lil dawg grew up in the church, serve the whole church
n*gga, can’t be running after hoes, gotta handle business
you ain’ hit them n*ggas the first time, better keep spinning
f*ck n*ggas tried to hold me down but i keep winning
f*ck n*ggas, i’m really up now, this just the beginning
got my young b*tch with me, sliding in a h*llcat
had my migo dawg wit’ me sliding, bringing bales back
i use to front n*ggas, bet them f*ck n*ggas won’t tell that
‘member i was up, early mornings, like “where that mail at?”
dawg need some bricks, call amigos
bruh i need a b*tch, mmm, casamigos
golden you a fly ass n*gga, you worth kilo’s
standing in the middle of the trap, playing c*low
[outro]
oh my god, goldenboy countup boy you the muhf*ckin’ n*gga i swea’ to god. popeyes, kfc, all them chicken places so mad at you, they ain in the streets. you do yo muhf*ckin’ thing

- goldenboy countup lyrics

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