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trick mosa - count off lyrics
[intro: trick mosa]
yeah
[pre_chorus: trick mosa]
one b_tch, two b_tch, three b_tch, none
i don’t, f_ck with, anyone
[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye
count off, count off, count off, aye aye
[verse 1: trick mosa]
run up the racks, yeah
i’m ’bout to make that sh_t back, aye
d_mn
flood the patek, wait
i’m ’bout to f_ck up a check, yeah
i made it up from the ground
i need a b_tch who ain’t holding me down
play all my sh_t when i’m f_cking around
counting these b_tches i’m making my round (godd_mn)
i speak facts, lot of these rappers are making me laugh
foot on they neck, man i need to relax
f_cking they b_tch, i’m about to collapse (talk that sh_t)
i’m really doing the most, yeah
hop in the foreign and ghost, yeah
came a long way from the lows, yeah
no time for loving these hoes (f_ck ’em)
[pre_chorus: trick mosa]
one b_tch, two b_tch, three b_tch, none
i don’t, f_ck with, anyone
[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye
count off, count off, count off, aye aye
[verse 2: emi]
pound that lil’ b_tch in the back of the acura (acura)
i just got head from a b_tch that’s named tabatha (tabatha)
f_cking your b_tch and you know i don’t wrap it up (wrap it up)
counting this money i just like to stack it up, woah (stack it up)
i might just go blow a check (check)
my brother, he’s strapped with a tec (tec)
we at your house, we come to collect
if you coming, then you coming correct
talking sh_t, better get going
snap a p_ssy n_gga like a wishbone, godd_mn
hop in the lamb and i race (race)
all my hundreds, man they blue in the face (face)
smoking dope till i doze off
off_white with the goyard
getting texts from your wifey (yeah)
counting checks like nike (woo)
[pre_chorus: trick mosa]
one b_tch, two b_tch, three b_tch, none
i don’t, f_ck with, anyone
[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye
count off, count off, count off, aye aye
[verse 3: trick mosa]
spent a band, on my louie
flexing like it’s nothing, aye
pour a drop of bacardi
sipping till’ i’m buzzing, aye
run it up, fill my cup
i can’t even function, aye
got your b_tch, on my d_ck
cause you know we f_cking, yeah
c’est la vie
this my sh_t, don’t mind me
push to start, drop the key
who up next? i might be
f_ck you thought? i don’t stop
i keep going, till’ i drop
crash my whip, i might not
see my bands, that’s a lot lot lot
[pre_chorus: trick mosa]
one b_tch, two b_tch, three b_tch, none (d_mn)
i don’t, f_ck with, anyone (yeah)
[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye (skrt)
count off, count off, count off, aye aye
[outro: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, yeah
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