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COUNTUP RMX
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Afourteen
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Lil b*t*h just sit down We took off fast (uh,) Whatchu gone do about all that? (ay,) Lil b*t*h you ain't even in the trap All my homies ticked up yeah, we b*t*h we got this strap (uh,) (yuh,) Car is fast SRT I'm in that sh*t you know its gas (uh,) And the backseat look like I got bang-galore (uh,) B*t*hes on me, b*t*hes on my d**k-galore (yuh,) B*t*h I got my, money my b*t*h up two floors (yuh,) My b*t*h jump off roof, you cannot see that w**** (yuh,) And my b*t*h so bad I'm rockin' double w****s (huh,) (yuh,) In the coupe that b*t*h got double doors (yeah,) B*t*h I'm high as f**k, I feel like Dumbledore (yuh,) (uh,) Take my time when [?] (yuh,) That b*t*h suck me up like she ain't got no plate (huh,) I'ma d**k that b*t*h, that body got no rack (huh, huh,) (yuh, yuh,) You ain't got no cake My b*t*h bad and she got a K (uh,) X and percy b*t*h call that a double date (Eddison) My n***a kick in the door I told his a** don't gеt caught up Them boys keep saying they got money But thеy know they not rich as us Car keys? What's that? My car got no keys Wait that's a truck I got sick of eatin' all them Xans I had to put some in my cup I told that b*t*h after she done suckin' all on my d**k have some good luck Yeah she so up, b*t*h we play golf I feel so up like Donald Trump (edd) Said we gon' push up like so what That's just a workout for us In my SRT bumpin' DS2 Say she like Prada, I said me too We flirt so much, can't even see you Can't have one b*t*h, I need at least two Droppin' this heat, I'm drivin' a Porche She ridin' a Dill, she ridin' a Coupe I just count up 3 hunnids, I'm thumbin' em through If that boy run up on me I know just what to do (shoot) When I blow that Drac' make sure I hit his face No face, ain't no case, they threw the Ks away My n***a hit his thang out in broad day F**k her once then do that b*t*h away I got n***as gettin' away too much money I can't even say I f**k this b*t*h on my IG I see her liking my page I make sure my b*t*h like b*t*hes I make sure my b*t*h is gay I popped a Xan I don't remember the stain I hit I heard that sh*t insane In the SRT Swerve lane on lane on lane on lane on lane on lane Sippin' on wok, wok, wok, wok, wok We don't sip green we sip purple rain Jump in that b*t*h Jump in that b*t*h Jumpin that b*t*h, b*t*h gimmie brain I pop an X and then a perc I'm on the verge of crashin' a plane We get geeked too much We is not the same (I just mixed a Xan with percy drank I can't feel my face) My n***a got hit in the back When I cop that S-Cla** It's gon be all black I'm a wavy n***a I got it, I spend it Bought that sh*t with cash I do with no credit With all this Rick A n***a look silly You postin' your Spotify rap It's not even a milli Run up on me and my n***as gon blow Don't die for me n***a you know that's my choice Got the double C case when I rock 'round the city And I'm rockin' so much that I look like I'm Drizzy You worried 'bout your [?], silly Up for his life, I might run up a milli Just got so much green That sh*t makin' you dizzy I can't buy a ring for my b*t*h 'Cause she picky I'm high as f**k I'm seeing stars Double ice in my cup And I'm booted to Mars A rich n***a I can't go in a bar Your girl's on the whip Look like a cigar Got the double C case When I hop out the car Got the new Yeezy Sh*t from the old We be exposin' em Look at my neck and wrists They frozen I be so drippy It look like I'm posin' I pull in the SR And told, now we rollin' Pull up in a Benz I can't ride in no Acura Flippin' no work I ain't flippin' no spatula Step to us And my n***as won't clap you My n***as be shootin' Like they out in Africa F**k that SRT I'm in the 18-wheeler, manga I ain't even need no keys B*t*h I'm richer than Ceelo Green Nah, you know I'm just lyin' he said he don't kick it with dope boys They was lyin' Look at my check And I'm countin' up Look at my [?], they do now Money don't make you rich I kick it with dope boys all the time Saw I never even got no car Barely 21, I still don't even know how to drive Drop the seat to the SRT We ain't come back alive (Yeah!) Your bro went to [?] on me If he don't, we almost died Oh well, that's alright Posted with a .5 I count every second, and that's why I say count up I count every second, and that's why I say count up It don't matter how much I count up, it ain't enough It ain't enough, it ain't enough, no
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