| The boys don’t think we can get down
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| Get down, get down, get down
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| Get down, get down, get down
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| Soul sisters (Yeah)
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| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)
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| The boys don’t think we can get down
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| Get down, get down, get down
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| Get down, get down
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| You best come on, get that ass swung on
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| When dem thags load on, nig-gas best hold on
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| Make sure it’s stick so Ricky ain’t droppin' Mickeys
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| My bitches puts on them quickies, and skirts gets the itchy
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| Pimpin' this game quickly, and brody and niggas quit me
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| For cat that talk iffy, get swung on like K. Griffey
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| They spit willie, though half of the bitches feel me
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| The other half is trashed, cuz words could never kill me
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| I got this thick, it’s ridiculous how I switch shit
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| Look who I’m with, 215 and Timbaland, bitch
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| Whether it’s friend or foe, Heiniken, Verde, Cris or Moe
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| I’m stackin' decimals, stoops, steps and best of yous
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| I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark
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| All bite, no bark, play my damn part
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| I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do
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| Pimp you, then I’ll get rid of you, I’ll shit on your whole crew
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| I know it’s rare, but niggas they feel me everywhere
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| I’m from the land of white tees, Vickie’s and Roca-Wear
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| NY guys spit at cats, do-rags
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| Pop it in turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags
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| I got dem niggas in LA crip walkin' in the truck
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| Atlanta, down south bamma’s, you know they get it crunk
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| Now I’ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on
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| You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on
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| Rap game, regardless I stack change
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| The same affect as the game
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| Ms. Jade is tha mutha-f-in' name
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| I got a L-O-C-K down the freeway, BK back up to Philly
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| Won’t stop 'til they kill me
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| I get it done, rap chicks see me and run
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| Only mixin' coke with the rum
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| Ain’t scared, niggas be bums
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| You wanna see me, beats fuck up ya hooptie
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| Suburbans, Benz or the two seats
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| Major numbers the first week
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| (Uh, come on with it, get down with it)
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| (Uh, come on with it, get down with it)
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Yeah, it’s young Vito, voice of the young people
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| Roc C-E-O, hot piss for the P-O
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| I’m so trill, the wood pandlin', handlin' meals
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| Twenty inch jumpers from standin' on my wheels
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| They can’t understand it, god damnit, he’s ill
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| Everytime I drive, gotta prescribe ‘em for panic pills
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| I’m gigantic, the Titanic would never sink
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| Even with the band playin', before that happend, that man sprayin' (Buck!)
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| AR fifteens, Glocks and tecs
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| AK’s will pop, I bring ya all out the closet, girls
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| Niggas is homos really, but when they smokin' on purple
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| They get loco, but you know I know the drilly
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| It’s for these positions, that’s why I keep the biscuits
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| You ain’t Tony Sopranno, you pussy, sleep with the fishes
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| You know I’m reppin' from that 7−1-8
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| Shots to you f-in' son, class over, lesson’s done
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| Hov'!
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Hey you, blow your whistle, now let me count it off
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| Now let me count it off, now let me count it off
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| Soul sisters (Yeah)
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| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)
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| The boys don’t think we can get down
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| Get down, get down, get down
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| Get down, get down, get down
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| Soul sisters (Yeah)
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| We been going for the okey dokey (Yeah)
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| The boys don’t think we can get down
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| Get down, get down, get down
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| Get down, get down, get down |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Count It Off, artist - Ms. Jade. Album song Girl Interrupted, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп