Verse 1 Golden Boy My couch basement, layin in the cut about eight Its rainin outside, my mouth dry like I was just blazin Brain rush when the celly ring, or two way, or just a phone Fuck it though it aint essentially linked to me bustin flows My bro, cousins, a couple biddies a clutch a Dozen cols suds and smoke too so if its booze, then I mustve known The crew is cruisin cross the second narrows bridge And got tickets To a show, you set to go? They heard crickets Gut laced with hunger pains, maybe another day He chuckled and sayin son if you must we could hit up Subway So it was on, rolled equipped with old timbs and flip my bridges on So I could get rich like any pimp to broads Drippin fog and I ducked in the whip in shotgun while guzzlin a sip My coffee mug is topped to the brim Nod to kittens in the back Man fat passed his service in Europe He hit the gas the bitches passin me Bourbon As I capped it I was jokin with them folks from the fairer sex So Joe was on the phone, the girls a go are we there yet? Im laughin, no, let Abten know the plan for the jam is to meet in the street And have a smoke before we hit the VIP Hes like peace, click, and reach for the weed quick And chickens in the back aint doin nothing but gigglin Shit a man in my position more concerned with that jigglin Mental note, player, fuck the front, later sit with them Im seein hearts like its heaven and the lemon hart helps Young men and women get a good start as the whip darts Though the dark elements and Pettit take us where we gotta get Cause the real party starts at eleven kid Hook Golden Boy The 80 of gin My name on the list The lanes that we switch Thats just gold The ladies are twist Just babies in whips A Canadian prince Thats just gold Verse 2 Golden Boy Rollin down the window kid, skippin on the disc With the chicks poking him, yo we got any disco? Its Joe with the conference call phone blowin up with yall folks Its already at the club, but we got it all I stole a glance up in the mirror at my hat and stuff Wasnt starin at them ladies in the cut and wearin nothing much Wink she flashin me ivories, teeth sink on blunt wrap Pass that reef beside me, she tongue that Jealousy of ya lime green beverage torrential hail The high beams as we french inhale It cut back as the engine wailin through the guts of hastings Reach down my legs its Van Halen Yo shes got it, I wanna get our shuck and jive goin If we gettin drunk Im lookin forward to the ride home They said the club is yes bumpin, son All I see is wet road refection cold leather on my neck Its the west coast Gray depths of the old growth oak Though at such place they become death tones Go runnin red, if you see the fuzz duck your head miss The whip will seat enough if we had one less And get your fist up speedy when you spot a cyclops Or a beetle on the street or off a sidewalk Its worth a six pack, pass the shit back Im finna get blasted we missed the first act And Joeys chillin, yo the hoes be grillin us Suppose me, I dont give a shit, hes indifferent Soon as I blink, now she wink, should be a good week The sweetest thing of any evening is the pre drink Hook Golden Boy The 80 of gin My name on the list The lanes that we switch Thats just gold The ladies are twist Just babes in whips A Canadian prince Thats just gold Outro Golden Boy Specifics a list, lady you bitches you crazy if you think we aint kid thats just gold Everyday motherfucker
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