Golden Child Lyrics – Lil Durk
Golden Child Song Lyrics
(Turn Me Up, YC)
Smurk, Smurk
(Red Dead, This Ho So Fu*kin’ Bumpin’ Bruh)
(Hitmaka)
Yeah
I Share Clothes With Killers Who Shot? I Don’t Remember
That Bitch Off Coke, Remember, Fu*k 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 Nig*a
You Hustle Bags To Feed The Plug, Then Why You Poke The Nig*a?
If You Got Power With That Tommy, You Can Ghost A Nig*a
I Fu*k A Bitch, Her Pussy Dry, I Might Use Lotion With Her
Live By The Gun, You Dying By It, Them Nig*as Ain’t Coaching Nig*as
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 Foofoo
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 Nig*as Cool Cool, It Don’t Don’t Bop, That Bitch Go Roo-Roo
I’m Talking ‘Bout Dracs And Switches
Bitch, I Ain’t Paying For Kisses
I’m Ahk But I Love The Christians
I Know An Ahk Who Fu*k 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 Fu*k With Vlad
In New York, I Dress Like Fab
Too Rich To Jump In Cabs
Sip Drank, I Don’t Fu*k With Dab
She Nosey, Close The Tab
I’m Smurk, I’m A Golden Child
I’m A Street Nig*a, Eat At Tao
Hundred Mil’, I’ma Throw In The Towel
I Made Eight Bricks Still In Style
Got An [?]
Make A Top Bitch Come To The [?]
If She Quiet, Then Fu*k Her Loud
Got Gas, Don’t Fu*k With [?]
