Golden Child Lyrics

P the official

I share the plugs with killers, the don't want smoke for dinner

This bitch so bad I'm in her, come ride with the winner

Have youngins' rob for skilla I want the pape like printers

I love my custo Dennis, he always come threw spending

You talk that shit but don't you know that we be all on go

Im staying ducked off till they die, I ain't gone drop the lo

My Brody finally coming home he'll pop you on parole

Like bro don't even play like that you'll end up on a mural

I feel like baby joker, I want the hundred and fifties

I want her ass and titties, better know that road it's risky

Broke bitch my bag is different, I want a brick for christmas

I don't care if this shit suspicious, I want revenge malicious

She said my dick nutritious, my bad I fucked your misses

No I don't want forgiveness, soft ass go get religion

Same place as the pistons, but I prefer the pistol

I had some bad intentions I made some bad impressions

Vendetta war over mine like I'm the peaky blinders

Loose pape in every pocket I should keep the binder

I chose the wrong profession, fuck police no confessions

Thot bitch get out our section, this bitch was so neglected

Bitch hit the door don't text me, you know my wrist expensive

Still I ain't learn my lesson, broke bitch go catch a blessing

Like bitch don't touch my neckless, I don't care if you sexy

She said she like aggressive, Broke boys the great depression

Insure the bag progressive, AP this here impressive

Sip juice I feel congested, buy pills I made investments

Im on the road i'll hit you back bro please remind me

We ditch the camera's so the police they can't keep rewinding

Im in that caddie with a baddie, she gone tweak for diamonds

Like bitch do as you told like I'm saying Simon

You know my Brody wicked, he jump, I jump the bridges

Baby p the official, no I don't do judicial

Allergic to the system, rip Joe he taught me wisdom

No I won't end up victim, you know my bag persistent

The money

Vendetta war over mine like its the peaky blinders

Loose pape in every pocket I should keep the binder

Vendetta war over mine vendetta war over mine

You talk that shit but don't you know that we be all on go

Im staying ducked off till they die,I ain't gone drop the lo

My Brody finally coming home he'll pop you on parole

Like bro don't even play like that you'll end up on a mural