Lyrics:
black people
Were the only one who could get the blues
So so the blues hadn't come into
No international type of fame
(Had a corner on the market) but,
Talking 'bout Bobby
You know I love the way you spit
Knowing goddamn well they don't
Really give a shit and they be like
"Can I get one for the Gram? You're
I read this thing from Atmosphere the other day
That spoke about music we love and music we hate
I don't know why
But I can relate to this
Rap,
I'll only be around for so long (so long)
But when they count me out, who can I count on? (Me)
I got me, I got me (I can count on me)
I can count
of coke
Keep her close, for a Tweet you post
You can eat the toast you sleep awoke
I heard
(herd) you count sheep for tryna eat the GOAT
This nigga can
out.
I refuse to loose, make sure you take that to account. I got that bounce.
Girl Make It Count.
Bring it to me, make it’s in large amounts.
By now
a nigga like Koop, a nutcase
And I can tell by the day it's gonna be a long night
When I take a swipe for your life, my big black butcher knife
Now I
....
If you fuckin with me or u on my team u can count on me
Waking up from a dream to a whole other dream it's reality
Cuz i been chasin dreams
she never forgetting that day
We gotta fuck quick she cum andale
She shaking she losing control of her legs
Massaging me while I count up the
Shout out
Judging rap by race instead of the better flow
Who gives a fuck who made it, I penetrated and innovated
While they emulated, give a fuck if I'm hated
mag' involved, didn't witness no losses
Wash that Bobby, the mix is ten with a notice
I still made it leng enough
I'm coach with the quality, i control
come face to face I leave a broke jaw
Bobby in the Shadow boxing demons, I been Floyd
And shorty still tripping by attention from pretty broads
I hate
By the luxuries of this world so I behave
Like a man inside the grave
Who's life is lost
I want the promised gold but can't afford the cost
sila.....
I can only get bigger.....(woo woo woo) im PK and Daddy Z im Daddy Zemus (pruh pruh pruh)
Ba chita kwati bani ziba ne.... Bobby Williams ni zina
Can't trust nobody
Can't trust nobody
Can't trust nobody
Can't trust nobody I
Can't trust nobody I
We in the party
Wit that Ricky Bobby
Might fuck around
they can't see
Now a Time Lord could save me just by turning on a light
But I don't think that the Doctor's gonna show up tonight
And so I'm trying
Bought some land, that's what's up
This is not up for debate
No matter what, I'ma get me some cake
I'ma count my blessings if I can't count my days
Blaze a 50, sit back in the drop top Azure Bentley.
Of course wit me, this chick who'd make Bobby divorce Whitney.
Brazilian candy, from Miami.
said
"I can't take no more regret"
It cut us deep into our souls
Came and climbed into our bed
And Sally said, Sally said
"Meet me by the river's
Yuh, sound like some AZ shit
What
Count up that loot, count up that loot, nigga
Count up that loot, that's just what I do
Count up that loot,
only byes
Yes
I've finally come to see
In this world there's only me
Only me who I can count on when my family's no longer
Only me who I can call when
get in my face
Can't have a peace inside this house, always invading my space
But I'm the one who's catchin' the case for gettin' stupid
And smackin'
count (cant count)
Pop a little perc' while I'm tryna relapse (relapse)
Spin the block twice, nigga, that's a relap (relap)
Drac' in my pants, now I
Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, y'all know who this is boy, for real
The art of getting robbed
This is how we do Brooklyn-style, boy, you know what I
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