lirik lagu goldenboy countup - real pape
[intro]
golden
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? n~gga, this real pape’, n~gga
this real pape’, n~gga, this real motherf~ckin’ pape’, n~gga
this ain’t no shoebox money, n~gga
this ain’t no piggy bank money, n~gga
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no motherf~ckin’—
this ain’t no pickle jar money, n~gga
this real pape’, n~gga
gotta bury this sh~t, put this sh~t in the walls, n~gga
n~gga
[verse 1]
in one month, i made a hundred thousand off of doing shows
in one week, i made forty thousand off of flippin’ ‘bows (d~mn)
one day, i probably spent three hundred stoppin’ at the store (d~mn)
one night, i did three shows, i’m really on the road
[chorus]
she gon’ f~ck a broke n~gga ’cause she know i’m a busy n~gga uh, she gon’ cuff a lame n~gga, you can’t contain a litty n~gga (d~mn)
they say golden talkin’ sh~t, i’m the littest in the city, n~gga
when you see that p on my hat, that ain’t for philly, n~gga
[verse 2]
play a n~gga, pimpin’ b~tches, make them b~tches work for me
bend it over, b~tch, i got them bands, come and twerk for me (d~mn)
gangster b~tch say that p~ssy wet, she popped a perc’ for me
if that p~ssy off the chain then she might get a birk’ from me
she say she a trap b~tch, i made her count out all the pills
cuz said you got too many racks that make a n~gga steal
she say she want me to drill that p~ssy and i don’t need a drill
plug threw a hundred p’s on me and it gave me chills
n~gga
[interlude]
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this big pape’, n~gga
this real motherf~ckin’ pape’, n~gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
this ain’t no shoebox money, n~gga, this ain’t no piggy bank money, n~gga
this ain’t no under~the~bed money, n~gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
[verse 3]
i need a suitcase, a money counter and like twenty hoes
cuh i want all them b~tches naked, they can’t steal the code (d~mn)
what that n~gga think, he frank lucas with that chinchilla coat? (d~mn)
jetskis with this n~gga b~tch and then we hittin’ the ‘bows
dark shades, b~tch, i got them bands, i’m gettin’ that pape’ in (hold up)
what the f~ck you tryna cuff that b~tch? bring a cape in (hold up)
tell the waiter i want it all gold, bring my steak in (hold up)
she say, “golden, you ain’t that f~ckin’ n~gga,” what you say then?
hold up, b~tch, i’d buy you from your n~gga, don’t play on my top
i~10, traffickin’ that dope in them black socks (d~mn)
red b~tch cookin’ my own steak, we at black rock
she say golden dreads gettin’ wicked, he look like static shock
different cars, different houses, different b~tches, real pape’
you can give a n~gga a piece of your sh~t and he gon’ still hate (d~mn)
this lil’ b~tch got her body done but she still fake
my daddy sold dope, i sold dope, n~gga, that’s real tray (skrrt)
[chorus]
she gon’ f~ck a broke n~gga ’cause she know i’m a busy n~gga
uh, she gon’ cuff a lame n~gga, you can’t contain a litty n~gga (d~mn)
they say golden talkin’ sh~t, i’m the littest in the city, n~gga
when you see that p on my hat, that ain’t for philly, n~gga
[outro]
real motherf~ckin’ pape’, n~gga, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout? this ain’t no lil’~boy money, n~gga, not twenty, thirty thousand, n~gga, n~gga
n~gga, quarter m, five hundred thousand, n~gga, workin’ on that m sh~t, n~gga
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