Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Count Up, artist - kyynggDate of issue: 30.10.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Count Up |
| Yo Pi’erre, you wanna come out here? |
| Now my trunk up, that’s two times two |
| Man, this shit dug in times two |
| Yeah, my eyes red but |
| If you gon' run it up, that’s all on you |
| You know I’m ballin', usual like Kobe (24) ooh |
| Ain’t worried 'bout a hater, they don’t know me |
| He say that he tough, then that boy gotta show me |
| Pull up, Bentley truck, extra poles, yeah, we four deep (Deep) |
| Say my name 3 times like I’m Tony (Tony! Toni! Toné!) |
| Diamond VVS, I put baguettes all on my Rollie |
| I never believe nothing that you told me |
| These niggas keep sneak dissing, they turned me to my old me |
| Before I had these mills, I was oh so lonely |
| Really really think that diamond my 40 |
| I ain’t never been a phony (No way) |
| You be gettin' bands? |
| Hardly (Yeah) |
| I just fucked your bitch, sorry (I'm sorry) |
| Man, I put that on my shordy (Yah) |
| Fight me wanna escape, sorry (Let's go) |
| No, I ain’t here for no games, Atari (No way) |
| Diamonds they hit like water ooh, starbeam, yeah (Phew, phew) |
| Rockstar life be callin', be callin', let’s go (Yeah) |
| Don’t want that girl she stallin', she stallin' (No way) |
| Bigger foreign whip, ooh, I can’t park it (No way) |
| I’m from outer space, ooh, in a star ship (Yah) |
| This old foreign bitch, ooh, that’s my target (Hello) |
| Ten bands, what you say? |
| Ooh |
| Ten bands, for my Chanel carpet |
| Rocks all over my watch |
| Y’all niggas slick like margarine |
| Lost your bitch in Starlet’s (Starlet's) |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| (Bang, bang) |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| Woke up with me, do real 160 |
| That girl right at me, got real big titties |
| What’s in my jeans? |
| Them real big fifties |
| Flight after flight, hittin' real big cities |
| From the same boss, yeah, my brothers is with me |
| They give me the dime, I’m comin' to get me |
| Get in the club, we snuck the semi |
| Cut rug right with me, up fill the hemi |
| Now my trunk up, that’s two times two |
| Man, this shit dug in times two |
| Yeah, my eyes red but |
| If you gon' run it up, that’s all on you |
| That’s the smith jeans we stole on you |
| cold on you |
| cold on you |
| Everybody know I do |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| (Bang, bang) |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |
| AP mil' on my Rollie |