Golden boy
yh, yh, yh, yahhh, yahhh
oooouuu,
she was moving crazy
ouuuu
lost my mind oh baby
i just walk in and i’m rollin
making bread like hovis
chilling wit my people
we looking for a motive
my wrist looking golden
i know i’m the coldest
pendent looking frozen
hitting strikes...
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