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Golden Child
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BabyTron
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[Intro] (Damjonboi) [Verse 1: BabyTron] You can get an average view and play the nosebleeds Or Spike Lee it, do the right thing and grab a floor seat CEO, the GM (Brr), you can't coach me Every time I'm out, I got a pipe like a dope fiend Tell a bitch my heart don't work, pass a defibrillator Whole team move the bag around, we facilitators Shit, I'm chilly mode like I'm sitting in the refrigerator You ain't really plugged, you in the middle like an instigator Shit, boy, you couldn't copy this with a printer machine Feelin' like Houdini, make you poof when the trigger release Throw that Glock away, you don't look like no killer to me Throw that Wock' away, you don't look like no sipper to me Pull up in that Phantom, chop' singing like the opera (Ah) Dude playing two-faced games, he must be from Gotham Aimin' with a thousand shots, you better play it like a opossum Hollows hotter than the sun, give him heat like I'm Dragić [Chorus: Kashif & BabyTron] Ooh-ooh-woah, I want you You got my love on the rise Passing strangers in the night Feeling's comin', comin' alive (Brr) [Verse 2: BabyTron] You took an Xbox deal, shit, my life did a one-eighty Sit back, roll, spark up and let the blunt take me Yeah, struggle stories but yo' baby, he been up lately (Grab a classic credit, Justin Gaethje, I go punch crazy) All them PUA ballers? They been out of luck lately I don't what's wrong with me, haven't gave a fuck lately Love mixed with the hate, don't know what's what lately Dawg been fouled out, all them times he pump faking Got chicken, Raising Cane's Hell-raiser, flaming eighths I ain't have a thang on my plate, now I'm sayin' grace I'm forever one up like the ace of spades Helmut Lang cape, pape'd up, finna save the day (Brr) Real life legwork so it's taking me longer (Brr) Small minded, you would take it, I'm shaking the offer Trips different nowadays, nah, we ain't taking embossers Feel like Doctor Waldman, the streets them created a monsters [Chorus: Kashif] Ooh-ooh-woah, I want you You got my love on the rise Passing strangers in the night Feeling's comin', comin' alive [Verse 3: BabyTron] Hop up out that van masked up, stranger danger Drop it in my pop, put it in my 'Wood, I'm facing eighters In the Jeep, it's yo' jeans but we both playing Wranglers Think my fourteen tapped, finna go and play the pager Bamboozled, Lollapalooza, Rolling Loud All this jewelry looking like an Egyptian, I'm the golden child Like, shit, that's how the motor sound I was him when I was younger, only thing, I'm older now Shit (Brr), he was short, now he six foot Shit, you know I'm hard to catch like a Bigfoot Lil' bro a robber, act good or get yo' shit took (Come here) Professor trophy, this a Rollie, how yo' wrist look? I can tell you broke, you don't need a diagnostic (Ha) Sick he played with us, we done put him right in Swanson I can't even say it, mind ill like I'm Hopsin Made a eight quadruple, thirty-two, Magic Johnson [Chorus: Kashif & BabyTron] Ooh-ooh-woah, I want you You got my love on the rise Passing strangers in the night Feeling's comin', comin' alive Smoky corners in these places, it's like mysterious surpr— (ShittyBoyz, Dog $hit Militia)
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