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celebration freestlye - goldlink lyrics

[verse: goldlink]
yo cocaine its not rice, b-tch i’m back
coming back b-tch, i’m coming back
and i’m posted up on your cadillac
and my hoes are tight, and your b-tch ain’t bad
cardiac it’s all beating fast
and you a k!lla huh? sh-t i should beat your -ss
pop n-gga, where your pops at n-gga?
real n-gga rock gold til its touchdown n-gga
juice and juice, got a n-gga loose
hang a n-gga noose
bottle goose, popping off the top, the top we popping too
flow is terrible, heroin addict, come so avid
i’m much better than your dealer
cause my music make a habit havoc
we just having fun, we k!lling n-ggas for the f-ck of it
running sh-t
last year we were quiet, now we want it b-tch
feeling like big l, back up in his harlem days
he says he’s so unfadable, i fade him like i’m hardaway
he constipate, i contemplate if i should let him live today
i’m so gorgeous, dre ain’t lie
he says these hoes ain’t sh-t to me
my top laid back, and my rims shine too
and my head be looking spiffy, and my shoes be fly too
baldwin, fallin’
never fall completely off when i be sporting
count your blessings, never stressing
b-tch i’m flexing when i do, i do say “great, no lie”
can a young n-gga spit so nice?
can a clip hit a n-gga with a five?
can a five hit a n-gga like a nine?
we deep as a motherf-cker, rolling like a clan
greatest motherf-cker with the mic up in my hand
never looking backwards, we just only seek for better things
your favorite road girl just hit me up, she need that mary jane
she golden, posted, rolled it, and smoked it
i told her take this d-ck like wait, and hold it
like mirror motherf-cking mirror, mirror on the wall
who got bigger juicy golden b-lls than your dog
see i’m a crazy motherf-cker
with an ugly n-gga face
pretty n-gga voice
i take the strap, he dance in place
peek a boo the p-ssy
b-tch i need me something new
treat me like a baby
let’s play blue clues with the crew
nine, nina
rolling up that stinker
smoking on that steamer
rolled that beam up
bigger body benz
f-cking all your friends
it ain’t my fault she said she want that d-ck
i piped that sh-t
plus she said it hurt
she said she need that work

[breakdown]

- goldlink lyrics

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