Golden Child Lyrics by Lil Durk is latest English song with music also given by Hitmaka. Golden Child song lyrics are written by Hitmaka & Lil Durk.
Golden Child Song Detail
| Song Name: | Golden Child |
| Singer: | Lil Durk |
| Composer: | Hitmaka |
| Lyrics by: | Hitmaka, Lil Durk |
Golden Child Lyrics
Turn me up, yc
Smurk
Red dead, I’m so f**kin’ bumpin’, bruh
Smurk
Hitmaka!
Yeah
I share clothes with killers (let’s get it)
Who shot? I don’t remember (yeah!)
That bi**h off coke, remember? (let’s get it)
F**k hoes to bryson tiller (yeah, yeah)
Make freak hoes bite the pillow (let’s get it)
I cut coke for dealers (I cut coke)
If he got more bodies than you, you can’t lil’ bro the ni**a (yeah!)
You hustle bags to feed the plug, then why you poked the ni**a? (yeah!)
If you got power with that tommy, you can ghost a ni**a (yeah!)
I f**k a bi**h, her pu**y dry, I might use lotion with her (yeah!)
Live by the gun, you dyin’ by it, them ni**as ain’t coachin’ ni**as (grrah, grrah)
I really got left for noodles (noodles)
Know a pit who was born a poodle (let’s get it)
That s**t wouldn’t move then poot her
That s**t do feel like voodoo (let’s get it)
You say you got good gas, that s**t be doo-doo (good gas, gas)
That s**t foo-foo, feds cracked the case with that s**t on youtube (huh!)
Told an old head fresh out of jail, this s**t right here he ain’t used to (let’s get it)
Young ni**as coo-coo, hit ’em (bwah), that bi**h go roo-roo
I’m talking ’bout dracs and switches (dracs)
Bi**h, I ain’t paying for kisses
I’m ahk but I love the christians (let’s get it)
I know an ahk who f**k with christmas (let’s get it)
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 f**k with vlad
In new york, I dress like fab
Too rich to jump in cabs
Sip drank, I don’t f**k with dab
She nosey, close the tab (yeah!)
I’m smurk, I’m a golden child (yeah!)
I’m a street ni**a, eat at tao (yeah!)
Hundred mill’, I’ma throw in the towel (yeah!)
I made eight bricks, still in style (yeah!)
Got a apex, cover the tower (yeah!)
Make a top bi**h come to the law (yeah!)
If she quiet, then f**k her loud
Got gas, don’t f**k with mild
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah