Correction Paroles The Golden Child (Snippet)* par Eli Fross

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Boom boom boom boom
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Great John on the beat by the way
Look, look

Pull up on 'em with the biggest gat and make his body twitch
Don't give a f**k about no feelings, n***a I demolish sh*t
I got shooters that love getting money while we poppin' sh*t
Expensive bottles what we poppin' n***a, pu**y poppin' quick
We making movies when we running down, this ain't no acting n***a
Got some scammers that be getting money, but will clap a n***a
Claim a score, and then we pull up on you like, "What happen n***a?"
You would think a n***a racist from the way we blastin' n***as
I be ridin' round with 10 on me, like it's my favorite number
Shorty think I hit the lotto, so she suck me in the Hummer
She said she like the way I grab her up and beat her like no other
She attracted to my money and the way that I be stuntin'
Got tired of the green, started stackin' up the hunnids
Shorty know she been the drill, I be f**king up her stomach
Once a n***a pop a pill, I be in it 'till the morning
She gon' suck a n***a up while a n***a start to yawning, ah
Lil pu**y n***a, don't wanna get wiggety-wacked
Clickety-clack, wrapped up in that piggety-pack
Like what up, huh (pu**y)
Don't lickety-lack, cause my shooters don't give no s—

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