| «How the fuck you able to keep the count right when you’re not able to do the
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| book problem man?»
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| «Count be wrong, they’ll fuck you up.»
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| Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga
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| Time to whip these zippers in the kitchen with the same nigga
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| All I know is selling weed and water, dope and yay nigga
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| Money on my mind, don’t do the crime unless it pay nigga
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| New 650 Bimmer coupe, I’m fucking in a foreign car
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| Got diamonds in my rollie face I’m bout to cop a Audemar
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| Top down on a bitch when I ride by, I feel like fuck the law
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| Got diamonds in my rollie face I’m bout to cop an Audemar
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| My celly steady ringin', Freddie where your bales at?
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| Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at?
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| Told my Cali plug wrap the package up, we can mail that
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| Teacher told me go get a job, I said where the scale at?
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| Bitch, I’m straight balling
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| Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
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| And never fucking up the count
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| Bitch I’m straight balling
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| Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
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| And never fucking up the count
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| Bitch, I’m straight balling
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| Tryna make a million before they take me out
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| And never fucking up the count
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| Bitch I’m straight balling
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| Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
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| And never fucking up the count
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| This look like money, motherfucker
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| Money be green
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| Money feel like money
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| That shit look green to you?
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| Got a dead fucking president on it
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| I don’t give a fuck
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| Quarter brick, half a brick, whole brick, ay nigga
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| Momma kick me out the house for servin' where she stay nigga
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| Nickel dimed and broke after I buy my brand new J’s, nigga
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| Fuck this broke shit boy
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| Went straight to robbing, what’s the play nigga
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| Ran off with this nigga
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| Work is crucial when you burn a nigga
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| He might want that back so bet you down to do a murder nigga
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| Used to keep that .45 on my front seat when I serve a nigga
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| Nigga won’t dis work
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| I hope you down to do a murder, nigga
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| Celly steady ringin' for Freddie but where the things at?
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| Drove a half a ton, dropped it off and I took a plane back
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| Gangsta shit in my DNA, I just can’t explain that
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| Even if I die tell my enemies I remain that
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| Said bitch I’m straight balling
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| Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
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| And never fucking up the count
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| Bitch I’m straight balling
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| Hunnid' thousand dollars in my momma house
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| And never fucking up the count
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| Bitch I’m straight balling
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| Tryna make a million before they take me out
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| And never fucking up the count
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| Bitch I’m straight balling
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| Fifty thousand dollars in a nigga couch
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| And never fucking up the count
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| You follow drugs
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| You get drug addicts and the drug dealers
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| But you start to follow the money and you don’t know where the fuck it’s gonna
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| take you |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fuckin' up the Count , by - Freddie Gibbs. Song from the album Shadow of a Doubt, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп