| Re-up out my bank, trip out my bank
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| (okay!)
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| We Got London on da Track
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| I got lots of haters
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| I spend sheets of paper, I need me some paper
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| Famo need that flavor, we gon' get it by any means
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| I’ma stay straight like a spleen, I’m your majesty, you’re the diva
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| You after, hey boy
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| You know I’m bout my paper, you know I’m bout my team
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| You know I’m bout my family, if I don’t make it in a instant
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| I put her down with my clique, I got a bad bitch that talk shit
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| I know the Freeband Gang from that six, I started switching lanes in that bitch
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| Smoking indo, nigga stay in, Mannie Fresh pimping in the play pen
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| Nigga have a bubble eye lens in a muthafuckin' new Benz
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| Japanese chopper with the double twins, it ain’t safe in that water
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| And I am the new Prada (count up)
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| All my bloods, they surviving off us
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| Imma ride for the cause, I might be bad like a boss
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| I might end up down with my clique, laugh at hoes with my bitch
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| Pappadeux’s with her lips, love is heavy, like a ship
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| Yeahhh oh fuckkk
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| Baby do your thang for me
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| Baby do your thang for me, ayy
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| When on that bullshit she just casually…
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| Baby girl I swear
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| If you can’t stand no more I’m gon give that ass a chair
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| I do her wrong and I know she gon' still be there
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| Big dog when I lay down like a bear
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| Tell a nigga cut the plug
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| Then I send a nigga to the sky with it, a nigga lose his life in my business
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| Bustin' on her thigh with it, bring paper, nigga know you need supplies with it
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| Thinking 'bout running off, you’ll die with it (YEAH)
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| Never say no baby, do it (YEAH)
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| I want ravioli-oli at the stay in, laughing at these niggas like a baby (YEAH)
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| Can’t see me like the muthafuckin' shoe that a bride wearing
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| And I’m a shark nigga, stay in, it ain’t safe in that water
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| No
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| All my bloods, they surviving off us
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| Imma ride for the cause, I might be bad like a boss
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| I might end up down with my clique, laugh at hoes with my bitch
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| Pappadeux’s with her lips, love is heavy, like a ship
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| Yeahhh oh fuckkk
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| Baby do your thang with me
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| Baby do your thang with me, ayy
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| When on that bullshit she just casually…
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| How she dress casually
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| And pull up on that BS
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| (Yeah yeah yeah)
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| I don’t know how she do this shit
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| Everytime she get pissed
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| She looks so sexy |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Count Up , by - Young Thug. Song from the album We Are the South, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп