Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 100 (Count It), artist - NEFFEX. Date of issue: 01.01.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
100 (Count It) |
| We been ballin' hard, yeah, turnin' up that real shit |
| Tracks full of bars, yeah, y’all just wanna steal this |
| Bottles at the club, yeah, bass that you can feel, bitch |
| We just turnin' up, yeah, man, we on that real shit |
| Count it, count it, count it, count it |
| A hundred tracks, what you know about it? |
| Bitch, don’t doubt it |
| Count it, count it, count it, count it |
| A hundred tracks, what you know about it? |
| Bitch, go count it |
| That’s a hundred in the works, we the type to finish first |
| Whole squad fucking cursed, Midas' touch on every verse |
| Count it a hundred of beats, ay, count it a hundred of weeks, ay |
| Started off Q203, ay, now in the hills all this heat, ay |
| We the rebels, not the saints, fuck with us, got no restraints |
| Freedom pouring out our veins, break the hell outta these chains |
| Feels like I’m going insane, 'cause I haven’t made a name, uh |
| Conquered, then we came, get the hell out of my way, ay |
| A hundred, go count it, one hundred, go count it |
| A hundred tracks, never missed a week, fucking count it |
| One hundred, go count it, a hundred, go count it |
| A hundred tracks, never missed a week, fucking count it |
| 'Bout to start a riot, uh, they can’t keep us quiet, uh |
| Just call me the pilot, 'cause we mobbing out united, uh |
| Yeah, we came to work, uh, and we came to play |
| Work hard, play hard, almost every fucking day, uh |
| We been ballin' hard, yeah, turnin' up that real shit |
| Tracks full of bars, yeah, y’all just wanna steal this |
| Bottles at the club, yeah, bass that you can feel, bitch |
| We just turnin' up, yeah, man, we on that real shit |
| Count it, count it, count it, count it |
| A hundred tracks, what you know about it? |
| Bitch, don’t doubt it |
| Count it, count it, count it, count it |
| A hundred tracks, what you know about it? |
| Bitch, go count it |
| Doing it like lil Wayne, uh |
| Releasing shit like it’s the plague, uh |
| Track after track, it’s insane, uh |
| Bitch, get the hell out my lane, uh |
| I’m just gon' ride to the beat, yeah |
| Lyrics, they come out my teeth, yeah |
| We do this shit every week, uh |
| Then put that shit on repeat, uh |
| I keep on going I’m rolling and putting a show on |
| I hit 'em with each song, they don’t know the next one |
| They think that I’m broken, I cause a commotion |
| No need for promotion, I’m staying in motion |
| I keep the devotion to words that are spoken |
| And winning’s the slogan, so cold that you frozen |
| Vast like the ocean, we pass those in motion and stay so outspoken, uh |
| Balling like I’m Mo Bamba, I’m the show |
| And we about to blow all on the radio |
| Ay, ay |
| Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me, love on me |
| Look at me, fuck with me, hate on me, love on me |
| I don’t know how I’m functioning, I just keep on hustling |
| Pour it up, it’s bubbling, I got one life, so I’m guzzling, ay |
| Count it, count it, count it, count it |
| A hundred tracks, what you know about it? |
| Bitch, don’t doubt it |
| Count it, count it, count it, count it |
| A hundred tracks, what you know about it? |
| Bitch, go count it |