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countin - yhung t.o. lyrics

[chorus]
clutchin’ on the glock like i wish he would
you ain’t gotta trip, you know we good
ran it up straight out the mud
f*ck around and spend 10 bands on a rug
just to make her feet feel good
long as she make me feel good
i ain’t worry ’bout no n*gga
watch me count my figures
i don’t want him ’round, he ain’t livin’ by the code
i don’t wanna meet up where he chose
n*ggas be gossipin’ more than these hoes
everything white, i don’t really like gold, basic
pull up in a new benz, racin’
smokin’ some sh*t, exotic, faded
he don’t want to give it up, good, take it
heard he want five for the drop, paid it

[verse]
real n*ggas don’t comе around often
smoke more weed than a gardеn
n*gga thought he slid, we parked it
n*ggas ain’t make it no farther
ran my sh*t way up
extortion, n*gga, pay up
clip too long, can’t tuck
n*gga get too close, get touched
i ain’t gon’ say who said it, but i heard you like it rough
all that commenting he did, but i know that you ain’t tough
your n*gga broke and can’t get fixed, baby, so wassup?
caught a n*gga with his kid, boy, ya runnin’ out of luck
now if i catch your ass again, that’s your ass, yeah
i could tell it was some friction from the past, yeah
ooh, that michael jackson got you thinkin’ that ya bad, yeah
cut the head off the snake and left that body in a trashcan (yeah, yeah)
and i been that n*gga, why ya cappin’? (yeah, yeah)
roll up zombie, ooh, i think we got some action (yeah, yeah)
doing 100 on the freeway, i’m smashin’ (yeah)
only take a shot to put a n*gga in a casket, yeah
n*ggas thinkin’ that we playin’, ain’t heard nothin’ that they sayin’
[?] glock on me, in my pants, [?] ass pants and it came from j*pan
still a leave a lil’ n*gga where he stand just for thinking this a game with me
went and put a bigger [?] on my neck just so they could see
i ain’t that n*gga to f*ck with, nerves too bad, i bust quick
tired of sayin’ they my brother on some f*ck sh*t
n*gga, i just put a new chain on my neck and i won’t touch it
chopper bullets get to flyin’, boy, i hope that you could run quick
[chorus]
clutchin’ on the glock like i wish he would
you ain’t gotta trip, you know we good
ran it up straight out the mud
f*ck around and spend 10 bands on a rug
just to make her feet feel good
long as she make me feel good
i ain’t worry ’bout no n*gga
watch me count my figures
i don’t want him ’round, he ain’t livin’ by the code
i don’t wanna meet up where he chose
n*ggas be gossipin’ more than these hoes
everything white, i don’t really like gold, basic
pull up in a new benz, racin’
smokin’ some sh*t, exotic, faded
he don’t want to give it up, good, take it
heard he want five for the drop, paid it
i don’t want him ’round, he ain’t livin’ by the code
i don’t wanna meet up where he chose
n*ggas be gossipin’ more than these hoes
everything white, i don’t really like gold, basic
pull up in a new benz, racin’
smokin’ some sh*t, exotic, faded
he don’t want to give it up, good, take it
heard he want five for the drop, paid it

- yhung t o lyrics

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