paroles de chanson count - Angelo Carmine

I'm in the back
with my bros
We gettin' paper
Countin' stacks
With my bros
This the life that I chose
That I fuckin' chose
Ain't no complaints from my bros
From me or my bros
Livin' nice
Gettin' paper
Countin' stacks
Makin' guala
Make a dollar back
Whatchu want with that
We fuckin' earned it
My boys deserve it
Through any pain we gon' keep workin'
We gon' keep workin'
Counting paper, counting cheese
You niggas, you so damn sleep
Like some sleep
Eat that pussy, macaroni and some cheese
Fuck that thot, she crying on her knees
And that bitch, watch her bleed
Get the blade, stab his face
Niggas fake, chop a blade
Aim that shit right at his damn face
Nigga wanna die he gon' die today
Nigga talkin' shit but he duck the fade
Niggas so damn fake
Don't care what they got to say
I just threw his body in a lake
Chop up the blade
I might fuck that bitch right in the damn face
Break her jaw, break her bone
She my bitch, she come home
I'm rockin' diamonds, You rockin' some gold
Just like some paper
You begin to fold
You niggas fake, you niggas some clones
My niggas they kick
They kick down yo' dome