Golden Child
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Durk Banks/Christian Ward/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer/Christopher Pearson/Jorres Nelson
[00:00.567](Turn me up, YC)
[00:01.337]Smurk, Smurk
[00:03.573](Red Dead, I'm so ****in' bumpin', bruh)
[00:04.573](Hitmaka)
[00:05.824]Yeah
[00:06.321]I share clothes with killers who shot? I don't remember
[00:08.579]That ***** off coke, remember, **** hoes to Bryson Tiller
[00:11.830]Make freak hoes bite the pillow, I cut coke for dealers
[00:14.578]If he got more bodies than you, you can't lil' bro the nigga
[00:17.821]You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poke the nigga?
[00:20.580]If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga
[00:23.569]I **** a *****, her ***** dry, I might use lotion with her
[00:26.578]Live by the gun, you dying by it, them niggas ain't coaching niggas
[00:29.580]I really got left for noodles
[00:31.565]Know a pit who was born a poodle
[00:32.828]That shit way more than
[00:34.072]That shit do feel like voodoo
[00:35.825]You say you got good gas, that shit be doodoo, that shit foo-foo
[00:40.077]Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube
[00:41.818]Told an old head fresh out of jail, this shit right here he ain't used to
[00:44.573]Young niggas cool cool, it don't bop, that ***** go roo-roo
[00:47.821]I'm talking 'bout Dracs and switches
[00:49.320]*****, I ain't paying for kisses
[00:51.071]I'm ahk but I love the Christians
[00:52.567]I know an ahk who **** with Christmas
[00:54.084]Keep that
[00:55.820]Keep all that, but uh, that MAC, you know like
[00:58.325]Man, what?
[01:00.086]I bought my Lamb' with cash
[01:01.329]That boy dead, I'm glad
[01:02.579]I don't speak tongues period
[01:05.076]I don't **** with Vlad
[01:05.823]In New York, I dress like Fab
[01:07.315]Too rich to jump in cabs
[01:08.825]Sip drank, I don't **** with dab
[01:10.073]She nosey, close the tab
[01:11.571]I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child
[01:13.082]I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao
[01:14.571]Hundred mil', I'ma throw in the towel
[01:16.565]I made eight bricks still in style
[01:18.079]Got an
[01:19.572]Make a top ***** come to the
[01:20.830]If she quiet, then **** her loud
[01:22.083]Got gas, don't **** with
[01:23.837]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:26.819]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:29.082]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[00:00.567](Turn me up, YC)
[00:01.337]Smurk, Smurk
[00:03.573](Red Dead, I'm so ****in' bumpin', bruh)
[00:04.573](Hitmaka)
[00:05.824]Yeah
[00:06.321]I share clothes with killers who shot? I don't remember
[00:08.579]That ***** off coke, remember, **** hoes to Bryson Tiller
[00:11.830]Make freak hoes bite the pillow, I cut coke for dealers
[00:14.578]If he got more bodies than you, you can't lil' bro the nigga
[00:17.821]You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poke the nigga?
[00:20.580]If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga
[00:23.569]I **** a *****, her ***** dry, I might use lotion with her
[00:26.578]Live by the gun, you dying by it, them niggas ain't coaching niggas
[00:29.580]I really got left for noodles
[00:31.565]Know a pit who was born a poodle
[00:32.828]That shit way more than
[00:34.072]That shit do feel like voodoo
[00:35.825]You say you got good gas, that shit be doodoo, that shit foo-foo
[00:40.077]Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube
[00:41.818]Told an old head fresh out of jail, this shit right here he ain't used to
[00:44.573]Young niggas cool cool, it don't bop, that ***** go roo-roo
[00:47.821]I'm talking 'bout Dracs and switches
[00:49.320]*****, I ain't paying for kisses
[00:51.071]I'm ahk but I love the Christians
[00:52.567]I know an ahk who **** with Christmas
[00:54.084]Keep that
[00:55.820]Keep all that, but uh, that MAC, you know like
[00:58.325]Man, what?
[01:00.086]I bought my Lamb' with cash
[01:01.329]That boy dead, I'm glad
[01:02.579]I don't speak tongues period
[01:05.076]I don't **** with Vlad
[01:05.823]In New York, I dress like Fab
[01:07.315]Too rich to jump in cabs
[01:08.825]Sip drank, I don't **** with dab
[01:10.073]She nosey, close the tab
[01:11.571]I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child
[01:13.082]I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao
[01:14.571]Hundred mil', I'ma throw in the towel
[01:16.565]I made eight bricks still in style
[01:18.079]Got an
[01:19.572]Make a top ***** come to the
[01:20.830]If she quiet, then **** her loud
[01:22.083]Got gas, don't **** with
[01:23.837]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:26.819]Yeah, yeah, yeah
[01:29.082]Yeah, yeah, yeah
作曲 : Durk Banks/Christian Ward/Kevin Gomringer/Tim Gomringer/Christopher Pearson/Jorres Nelson
(Turn me up, YC)
Smurk, Smurk
(Red Dead, I'm so ****in' bumpin', bruh)
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
I share clothes with killers who shot? I don't remember
That ***** off coke, remember, **** hoes to Bryson Tiller
Make freak hoes bite the pillow, I cut coke for dealers
If he got more bodies than you, you can't lil' bro the nigga
You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poke the nigga?
If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga
I **** a *****, her ***** dry, I might use lotion with her
Live by the gun, you dying by it, them niggas ain't coaching niggas
I really got left for noodles
Know a pit who was born a poodle
That shit way more than
That shit do feel like voodoo
You say you got good gas, that shit be doodoo, that shit foo-foo
Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube
Told an old head fresh out of jail, this shit right here he ain't used to
Young niggas cool cool, it don't bop, that ***** go roo-roo
I'm talking 'bout Dracs and switches
*****, I ain't paying for kisses
I'm ahk but I love the Christians
I know an ahk who **** with Christmas
Keep that
Keep all that, but uh, that MAC, you know like
Man, what?
I bought my Lamb' with cash
That boy dead, I'm glad
I don't speak tongues period
I don't **** with Vlad
In New York, I dress like Fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don't **** with dab
She nosey, close the tab
I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child
I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao
Hundred mil', I'ma throw in the towel
I made eight bricks still in style
Got an
Make a top ***** come to the
If she quiet, then **** her loud
Got gas, don't **** with
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Turn me up, YC)
Smurk, Smurk
(Red Dead, I'm so ****in' bumpin', bruh)
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
I share clothes with killers who shot? I don't remember
That ***** off coke, remember, **** hoes to Bryson Tiller
Make freak hoes bite the pillow, I cut coke for dealers
If he got more bodies than you, you can't lil' bro the nigga
You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poke the nigga?
If you got power with that Tommy, you can ghost a nigga
I **** a *****, her ***** dry, I might use lotion with her
Live by the gun, you dying by it, them niggas ain't coaching niggas
I really got left for noodles
Know a pit who was born a poodle
That shit way more than
That shit do feel like voodoo
You say you got good gas, that shit be doodoo, that shit foo-foo
Feds cracked the case with that shit on YouTube
Told an old head fresh out of jail, this shit right here he ain't used to
Young niggas cool cool, it don't bop, that ***** go roo-roo
I'm talking 'bout Dracs and switches
*****, I ain't paying for kisses
I'm ahk but I love the Christians
I know an ahk who **** with Christmas
Keep that
Keep all that, but uh, that MAC, you know like
Man, what?
I bought my Lamb' with cash
That boy dead, I'm glad
I don't speak tongues period
I don't **** with Vlad
In New York, I dress like Fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don't **** with dab
She nosey, close the tab
I'm Smurk, I'm a golden child
I'm a street nigga, eat at Tao
Hundred mil', I'ma throw in the towel
I made eight bricks still in style
Got an
Make a top ***** come to the
If she quiet, then **** her loud
Got gas, don't **** with
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
