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clearly on the track – counting stacks كلمات اغاني

[intro]
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
aye yah
yah, aye, aye, yah, aye
yah, aye, aye, aye, aye!
clearly on the track

[verse 1]
a dumb b_tch, b_tch i’ll beat your f_ckin’ ass
break your f_ckin’ arm, b_tch you need a f_ckin’ cast
pull the f_ckin’ bl!ck, b_tch don’t make me f_ckin’ blast
i know what f_ckin’ hurts, b_tch, it’s the f_ckin’ past
b_tch we got a f_ckin’ porsche, and it’s black on black
count the f_ckin’ k’s, and i got a money sack
i’m a rap god, and i got the f_ckin’ racks
smoke up all the opps, b_tch i get the f_ckin’ packs
[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b_tch i got all these racks
b_tch i love to rap, n_gga all i speak is facts
f_ck with me, b_tch i’ll spray you with this f_ckin’ mac
all these n_ggas tryna clout, n_gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b_tch i love to f_ckin’ rap
f_ck n_ggas, please stop the f_ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh_t come in a sack
stop the f_ckin’ clout, n_gga you don’t speak the facts

[verse 2]
if you f_ck me, you know i’ll rob for yo sh_t
i got a f_ckin’ girl, and you know that b_tch is fit
i got a f_ckin’ glock, and it came with a d_ck
used to have a demon, b_tch i felt so d_mn sick
rip reese, just got f_ckin’ shot
i f_ckin’ want revenge, and i’ll let their body rot
we bang that glizzy life, b_tch i aim with that dot
all my friends left, so i got f_ckin’ caught

[chorus]
i’m countin’ stacks, b_tch i got all these racks
b_tch i love to rap, n_gga all i speak is facts
f_ck with me, b_tch i’ll spray you with this f_ckin’ mac
all these n_ggas tryna clout, n_gga stop the act
i’m countin’ stacks, b_tch i love to f_ckin’ rap
f_ck n_ggas, please stop the f_ckin’ act
i’ll earn a hunnid k, bet that sh_t come in a sack
stop the f_ckin’ clout, n_gga you don’t speak the facts
[verse 3]
your b_tch sucks up on my d_ck, i love it when she f_cking gags
i’m bout’ to go to rich, and not be a f_ckin’ rag
bullets in yo chest, and i empty out the mag
shut the f_ck up, b_tch you a f_ckin’ f_g
b_tch we tote them glocks, and we shoot on sight
don’t like gbe? b_tch you know we f_ckin’ fight
you hate gbe? boy i’ll k!ll you in the night
we aim the f_ckin’ guns, b_tch that’s a f_ckin’ fright
never broke again, b_tch i’ll earn a hunnid k
and i love sosa, not just me, and my bay
said he want the smoke? tell me what he f_ckin’ say
i don’t f_ck with haters, n_gga yall just f_ckin’ g_y

- clearly on the track

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