Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hard to Count, artist - Da$h. Album song Walk the Plank, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hz GLOBAL
Song language: English
Hard to Count |
| Six kids to a room, now I got six bitches in my bed |
| Go and tell the homie shoot him in his mouth if I ain’t likin' what the nigga |
| said |
| I don’t wanna party with you weirdo niggas, rather be countin' up deads |
| Do it for my niggas sittin' down the road and all my niggas sittin' in the feds, |
| like |
| Hold on, Trap, run that shit the fuck back |
| Hold on, Trap, hold on, Trap |
| Ayy, ayy, so, ayy, so |
| Yeah, so, yeah |
| Yeah, yeah, so, yeah, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy |
| Gettin' large amounts, swear this shit gettin' hard to count |
| We take it, it’s worth it, he playin', we murk him |
| Gettin' large amounts, swear this shit gettin' hard to count |
| We baggin' and servin', which one is you workin' |
| Used to sleep six kids to a room, now I got six bitches in my bed |
| Go and tell the homie shoot him in his mouth if I ain’t likin' what the nigga |
| said |
| I don’t wanna party with you weirdo niggas, rather be countin' up deads |
| Do it for my niggas sittin' down the road and all my niggas sittin' in the feds, |
| like |
| RIP Dex Osama, armor stay on me in every club |
| And I put that on my momma, if you do try me, you gettin' drug |
| I take the house with the cars, the plane, I be faded on all occasions |
| If you know about the charge we facin', then the cops behind me, |
| they know we racin' (Pussy) |
| Gettin' large amounts, swear this shit gettin' hard to count |
| We take it, it’s worth it, he playin', we murk him |
| Gettin' large amounts, swear this shit gettin' hard to count |
| We baggin' and servin', which one is you workin' |
| Gettin' large amounts, swear this shit gettin' hard to count |
| We take it, it’s worth it, he playin', we murk him |
| Gettin' large amounts, swear this shit gettin' hard to count |
| We baggin' and servin', which one is you workin' |
| Uh, niggas say they wanna fight, go ahead, kickbox with the K round |
| My niggas don’t play 'round, we just come lay the murder game down |
| All my niggas stayed down 'til we came up, no cuts |
| I remember sittin' in the park, smokin' eight niggas on the same blunt |
| I see all this shit, it done changed, I wanna get me a Range, uh |
| She told me she Oriental, so I went, fucked her in back of the rental, uh |
| Way that I’m livin' so sinful, I told her, «Baby, it’s just what I’m meant to» |
| Save me from all complications, swear it could all be so simple |
| Ayy, so |