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B-boy Fidget - Golden Child (Official Lyrics)

Chorus:
I just wanna get real fly
Fill the cup, blow the weed outside
Niggaz hatin' bring the heat

tellin' what you tellin' on the other side of the stick (uh)
Florida boy, homemade gold teeth and candlewicks
Kodak got me on the mood for some camera shit

on  Venus
Add it up with money bitches give you brain turn you into a Genius
Lil brother just flame new port shirt that boy smoke a pack everyday
On top

broke so they sick in the head
Bullets is hot dont get burned by the lead
Slide to the city I see all da envy
Talking dat shit and it do not offend me
I'm

some concentration, I just need some concentration (Whoa)


Verse 1

By myself, I’m trying to get a 100 Milli
They don’t understand I’m trying to touch

of your life
And you're trying to find a balance
My man in a suit, looking cute, when you pass me by
Like a fresh fruit from a California vineyard vine

do when the flame gone
Gave em the recipe, they can't get the best of me
No, I'm not one to put blame on
Come play with your life, you be dead by

Geekin' by myself, drop the top
Cause I made the rain stop rainin'
Took a trip to Bel Air, now I'm fresher than the prince
Livin' like we kings, never gonna

Royce Ghost
Me and Zeno in the crib and we gonna go
Rip it and flip it
150 million we gonna split it
I need to know if that boy was gonna rip it
Right

day in my life
But they telling me I'm spoiled rotten
Bitch I ran up this knot
Parking lot pimping by the car
This must be love and war
In love when it

8am
Jump in the whip and rev
Ride out with the gang
This glock keep jamming no Ben
Used to chill on the rev as a yute by the parkside every single

ain't showin' no love
Ina stolen Ah cat nigga ride with gloves
He got hit up, that dog now does
Drop a lil' bag, get you gone by the door

I be walkin'

bitch got switchy with the compressor, ayy
And it came with a beam, I leave a nigga on the scene, ayy
Hit your block with that boom, boom, boom, boom, by

a G like Mokolo, Boyka, Risky, Rapstar P
My paddy man Huncho boy saby tap me meetup me for Denzel
With Dey shake go on kolos, no be say we borrow

For the drugs and the money
If you think I'm lyin' then
Pussy you buggin
I came out the mud with my boys
We had nothing
Couple lil' bags of the white

get the blickin
Cought a opp cause that nigga was slippin

I guess they shoulda put a caution sign
That shit he said , man that boy outta line
They fuck

Rich problems make me mad, but being broke make me madder
Young and go by Pluto, ice his ring out like it's Saturn
No one took me to the top when I was

Team Yesu Boy is on it
The Name is..? The Name is LC
Still remember when I used to try, even when I had no pair of shoes, me used to be loyal to you.

as you working, you gon' be alright
Long as God by your side, you gon' be alright

Looking at my life
Early morning's, late nights
Deep lows, great heights

spine
I hear you in my mind I say hey
Thank you for my voice and thank you for thank for the noise
Thank you for the girls and thank you for the boys
For

don't got time to follow rules
And you gon' keep doin' what you gotta do, So you gon' keep playin' it by the book
Look
you on the wrong page, I've

about who you bring
I don't give a fuck about who you bring
Who even let you in
You go day by day
I do dare, I say, I swear, I may
Where were y'all when I

Give her the guap she giving me the drop
Like how you get lined by a bitch the opps know where stay
If they wanna play let's get it on fold'em into clay

Laid the foundation of the plan like an architect
Boy I'm at the table where the hustlers and the bosses at
Prime Michael Jackson, bitches see me