Tables Turn
Title | Tables Turn |
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Artist | GoldenBoy CountUp |
Album | Chicken Man 2 |
Release Date | 2021-10-28 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | [Intro] Golden Hakuna Matata my baby, I'm that muhf*ckin' N*gga Forreal though, this the gutta N*gga Uhh, Aye Gangsta' shit N*gga Some' for the gangsta' N*ggas to ride to Aye, CountUp, N*gga Aye, Aye [Verse 1] N*gga I was 10, writing raps on a turn table Watch the hotboys, knew one day I get my turn later Daddy ain' around, I told momma, "It get greater later." Me and my uncle Jeezy, we was outside, we ain' play to save her Uma cook this dope, sell these p's and uma sell these pills Man of the house, 16, gotta pay the bills Everytime I think about Lil Mike, it just give chills Everytimе I think about that night, I just shed tears Ain no washer and dryеr, N*gga we goin to the laundromat Right there in the streets, b*tch I'm leaving you where I found you at Golden you a different type of N*gga, where they found you at? In the chicken coop, with them chickens where they found 'em at [Interlude 1] Golden N*gga Hakuna Matata my baby, I'm that muhf*ckin' N*gga I'm the voice of the muhf*ckin'... of the hoods N*gga The traps N*gga, the streets N*ggas Them raw bitches, them street N*ggas You might also like[Verse 2] Golden teach them N*ggas bout them P's and how to save money Jit, you betta listen to a N*gga dat really made money If you puttin' in dat extra work then yo raise comin' Jit you betta learn to respect yo elders, boy yo days comin' What the fuck, I just watched a preacher do a line of coke I just smoked some Za wit' the deacon, he use to sell dope My millionaire friends, clean that dirty money up wit' soap My plug he from Rona, he the Bishop so we call him Pope She use to be a bad ass b*tch, now she a powder head That shit be in yuh genes that's the reason that her father dead That N*gga went done wit' fifty keys, How he out the feds? Golden, he was really off the porch, they wasn't out the bed She gone treat a random N*gga good but fuck her babydaddy She was laughin' at my Michael Kors like it wouldn't Patek Golden treat them Junkies real good, my uncle was addict "Cuh where the fuck you put the P's?", Them bitches in the attic! [Interlude 2] Hakuna Matata my baby, I'm that muhf*ckin' N*gga I'm the voice of the streets, voice of the traps I'm the one that make them nigga go grab that fork, put that bitch in a bowl, grab that P, put that bitch on a triple beam scale and bust it down N*gga [Verse 3] I just dropped down, to my knees and went to thankin' God My lil b*tch made a hunnid g's, she been doin' fraud Golden from the D, How the fuck he met that N*gga Rod? Golden in the streets, in the trap, N*gga I'm like a God Nigga, you ain' talkin' 'bout dat sack, end of conversation B*tch if he want to see the boss, make a reservation Dawg made a signal to the judge, he a Free Mason Jit you wanna be a rich N*gga, you gotta have patience |