Lyrics:
you can’t recount
The voice
I’m a black man in america
But I’m michael sera with a pedicure
But they tell me I talk white
Cause I’m educated
The blue
I know I be 'bout shit
I was in a drought, you ain't know 'cause I don't mouth shit
I short a couple grams 'cause I knew he won't recount shit
That's
fuck up my plans
Everybody hatin
Man they hate when I dance
Recount up the money
If I can't see ya hands
I regret writing checks
But I made me some bands
Tell that hoe recount it
I took a plane to Manhattan
I hope you get this on camera
Might drop a couple hit songs when they
Told the records went diamond
doubt, I lost count, counting the niggas counting me out, but they gon have to recount, cuz we got different accounts, I guess it don't even count, 10
To recount in my head all the visuals
Of times I been fooled by the kids around me
And even went I went digital
And spit the illest shit in my videos
Kicked
wit em
Challenging medical Ethics
Recount the beats I've bodied
Like election polls metrics
My Swagg's large professor
Thicc Chris is a large
the same for me. Recount the history, of love and lost in lie, and giving up this crown of city lights. But he's content to shine and stay.
(Chorus:)
What
a mouse nigga
And if she playing with my feelings then I'm out hoe (Aye)
Jam em' up at the light, make em' reroute
Ion trust nobody, no I had to recount
Ion
of body that I can't recount
Fingers breeze through mirage skin no tantamount
God spits rain enchanted clouds we're lost in
It's a long way back
circle closed for trust
Got my zip on me, a must
And before it's gone I re-up
Really I'm the plug
So I know they gon' hit me up
Recount cause it ain't
me He kept me out the way that's divine timing
And with these stories I recount I'm talking 'bout me that's why I'm rhyming
I was that boy
This is
I'll never know
So many treasures I cannot give
Lay down with me, recount our memories
Does that make up for what we've missed?
And I'm terrible
a game but I got 2k on my beats
Counted it once and I lost track
Had to recount it and all that
When your bitch gives top and she talks back
That's
shot count
It's paramount that you see stars upon recount
Make him see stars, knock him out, I'm on demon time
You been around Gang, you was quiet like
a bagel
There's nothing to me
The people that stay still lose me
Lost myself truthfully
I'll recount it as though it's my duty
Every time I think
duet developed into what those at the parlor that night might recount
As the earliest incarnation of Zebraplop as we know them
At 6 AM, o6 was fun
the sands of the hourglass
Life fading, death awaits, time has passed
I can't recount the past, bitch, I'm recounting cash
Walked in from the salad stash,
Grab a calculator just to recount it yeah
Why these niggas talk a lot always run they mouth
Always about the gossip man
All we tryna do is win in this
You and me a rigged election, heart need a recount
Hope will have you waiting after the last bus has passed
Hope will have you investing in a nigga
announced
I think I have a decent amount how much he paying a month
I gotta recount, recalculate
All the stuff I got couple gifts from the mailbox
What's
looking counterfeit
I'll recount my numbers ten times, before I'm counting on a bitch
I feel a bit depressed, I need some titty pics
Said you ain't in
you crawling on the floor I sore the skies
I'm the hunter not the hunted imma hunt the mice
Roll up a joint get my mind right
Recount all the money
Niggas think they got a shot
Miss I rebound it
Duffle come in count it quick then recount it
Check confirm the number really hit and then we outie
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