Lyrics Golden Child - Poundz

Golden Child

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mi seh yeah, yeah, yeah
Dem boy dem fake, dem no want no drama
Dem no wan holla
De boy dem fake, pussy mi can see it in your face
Gun shot mi haffi buss inna ya brain
Dem boy dem fake
Dem no wan no drama, dem no wan holla
I can see it in ya eyes
Dem na wan fi see mi pon de top, but dem no seh me de golden child
Dem boy dem fake, dem no want no drama
Dem no wan holla
De boy dem fake, pussy mi can see it in your face
Gun shot mi haffi buss inna ya brain
Dem boy dem fake
Dem no wan no drama, dem no wan holla
I can see it in ya eyes
Dem na wan fi see mi pon de top, but dem no seh me de golden child
Yo, mummy said I’m gold 11/10, never been the silver but I’m surfing on the ends
Grinding for that paper till I’m whipping in the benz
I got my city on my back I’m kinda merky with the pen
Poundz is cold, Poundz is hot
Kill your favorite rapper, spin that nigga on the spot
Best to ever do this, ain’t no nigga that I watch
I couldn’t fear another rapper, only thing I fear is God
Talking like they wicked but they know that I’m the man
Half these rappers bluffing, I’m the leader on the gang
Can’t nobody stop me else my body wrote the plan
I got colours in my skin, I’m unpredictable it’a mad
Took a bit of time but now I’m loaded with the strap
Mac 11 bars I spray the bullets out your cap
Do a bruddah dirty, I’m the man that’s in the batch
Quick 16 records on a sam yeah it’s mad
I hope that you believe in me, I know that i’m gonna blow
Capable to do it with a team or on my own
Evidently talented just waiting on my glow
If you can’t hack the rain then why you fucking with the snow?
Don’t forget my name I’m not just anybody’s son, I’m the future plus a leader I
can show you how it’s done
Big rapbizzy pon me hip
When I cut thru tell them don’t slip
Dem boy dem fake, dem no want no drama
Dem no wan holla
De boy dem fake, pussy mi can see it in your face
Gun shot mi haffi buss inna ya brain
Dem boy dem fake
Dem no wan no drama, dem no wan holla
I can see it in ya eyes
Dem na wan fi see mi pon de top, but dem no seh me de golden child
Dem boy dem fake, dem no want no drama
Dem no wan holla
De boy dem fake, pussy mi can see it in your face
Gun shot mi haffi buss inna ya brain
Dem boy dem fake
Dem no wan no drama, dem no wan holla
I can see it in ya eyes
Dem na wan fi see mi pon de top, but dem no seh me de golden child
Yo, girls say «Boo» I say «Yo»
Two cars up, shawty wanna roll
Brown skin babe, you know how the ting go
Cute face, nice lips make a nigga explode
I’m a bad man skenger, MC deader
Still make moves on your squad like Brenner
Word play cool, but my flow come better
Yard man ting I’m a dam trendsetter
Coming for the top you know I get it on my ones
Jugging for this paper I ain’t leaving till I’m done
All my bruddahs eating we got better days to come
Niggas talking like their trapping but they never help their mum
Coming for the top you know I get it on my ones
Jugging for this paper I ain’t leaving till I’m done
All my bruddahs eating we got better days to come
Niggas talking like their trapping but they never help their mum
Arse shape round come like a dumpling
Gyal did a buss like water fountain
Gyal a climb pon mi like a mountain
And mi love the way your titty fatter than a pumpkin
Arse shape round come like a dumpling
Gyal did a buss like water fountain
Gyal a climb pon mi like a mountain
And mi love the way your titty fatter than a pumpkin
Dem boy dem fake, dem no want no drama
Dem no wan holla
De boy dem fake, pussy mi can see it in your face
Gun shot mi haffi buss inna ya brain
Dem boy dem fake
Dem no wan no drama, dem no wan holla
I can see it in ya eyes
Dem na wan fi see mi pon de top, but dem no seh me de golden child
Dem boy dem fake