Golden Kid
• Written by Anonymous
I said I'm hotter than some wasabi
none of you jokers could stop me
I need a cold sprite with some ice please
And a bad one with two degrees
Top down feeling the breeze, no drew
Girl you know I want you
We can do what you want too
Just ride hop up in the coupe
Just call you know I'll come scoop
You're a baller we can go hoop
The squad with us, no troop
That thing juicy, no fruit
You can dance around me , no loop
We just chillin with crew
We five deep, call it Scooby-doo
Im the fresh prince like Will
Keep messing hit you with that steel
Im king boy just kneel
Im real, no fiction
Time to leave, eviction
If you feeling good
we could rub together, and make friction
Talking reckless, I mean Twisted
She went down then kissed it
Its Quan girl
You know what it is
I saw a opening so I slid
Last night no telling what I did
Im stupid sick
Its the Golden Kid
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