coralinee (prod@unholy808)

rexv2 - thats dead (prod. chop)

Does it matter? ft. pray

prod rochambeau & noraa

im tryna see where your gang at 
new balenci’ fuck the price match 
out in london get your phone snatched 
niggas talking get your gang back 
get your rank back, put that pain back in 
diamonds laying on some good black skin 
sms she got the number tapped in 
guidi boots but i dont fucking tap dance 

25 in manhattan this just shopping shit 
i got bitches calling left and right, i blocked this bitch 
and the numbers going up, look like im stocking shit 
niggas get caught out of line niggas get caught out of line 
pulling these fuck niggas cards, my cousin had taught me how to work a nine 
put on that suit then your boy done got ready, cant go back to no 9-5 
rolling this bitch and im live rolling this bitch and im live 

im tryna see where your gang at 
new balenci’ fuck the price match 
out in london get your phone snatched 
niggas talking get your gang back 
get your rank back, put that pain back in 
diamonds laying on some good black skin 
sms she got the number tapped in 
guidi boots but i dont fucking tap dance

huh, lets go, yeah lets go Im the golden ticket, yeah fasho 
i been counting chicken, let you know 
i got slimy niggas on your nose 
they’ll do anything for a code they’ll do anything for a post they just tryna get a moncler coat 
niggas get caught out of line niggas get caught out of line 
pulling these fuck niggas cards, my cousin had taught me how to work a nine 
put on that suit then your boy done got ready, cant go back to no 9-5 
rolling this bitch and im live rolling this bitch and im live

Golden Boy

Sarcastic [tylo]

tired (p.atlasv1)

[Lyrics]
(Brrlddd)
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

⸻

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

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[Verse 1]
Strapped up diaper, d-diaper, pull up.
Try some — good luck.
I-I’m on Cypress with a full gun, I’m such a hoodlum.
Know I got .45 tryna cook sum’.
Jury tryna hit me with a book, huh.

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[Beat Switch]
Lately I been off one,
I been feelin’ good, I’m feelin’ awesome.
You wanna cop? I smoke that thrax, it’s gon’ cost ya.
N**a better not try send that pack — they Randy Moss him.
I ain’t tryna make new friends, need new munna.
Topshotta really sprayin’, he’s a gunna.
I ran it up again, like a hunna.
I cannot take no stand for your honor.
Ride around, more gens than Obama.
I got a 4th gen for a problem.
I’m only associatin’ with the dollaz.
Hit with that 4-5th, make him holla.
N**as, he broke, capable as toddlers.
Spinnin’ me wrong — face him how I shot him.
Chimney prone, Santa Topshotta.
Gettin’ these bows from Guatemala.
Hit him, he fold — pop like collar.
Spendin’ these loads, diamonds on water.

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[Chorus]
Rolled 3.5, now I’m feelin’ real good.
Who ain’t outside? I still live in my hood.
.40 ate face, n**a stank like “eughh.”
I don’t need Draco to slide with that wood.
N**a want beef? Sh*t, get his *ss cooked.
Know I’m gon’ fye, twin gimme dat look.

⸻

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Topshotta slide on n**as, .40 butta.
I up the fye on a n**a, no rebuttal.
Fye stick, five n**as in a huddle.

Sarcastic [tylo]

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