paroles de chanson COUNT - Pluto Kar

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G-Wag, big body, yeah, hang out the roof
I'm counting dead bodies, yeah, my fingers they blue
Money everywhere
I text her red hearts like it's a February
I'm fucking this college bitch, she got another year
I told that lil shawty that I never cared, she still say she love it here
Benz truck, big body, hang out the roof or we hop out
We kill for hobby, that nigga don't wanna be opp now
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They some dead boys
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They some dead boys
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, bitch
I got a whole lot of money, I wrap in bands and I gave one to my bitch
I'm at the back door, back door, back door, I'm at the back door, I'm tryna blitz
Guess I'll settle for this Wockhardt, spent a couple months on Tris
I still ride with guns and pills
You know I'm cracking the pint, it's sealed
My diamonds they shine with no lights, bitch, yeah, It's real
I'm riding round town with my girlfriend, yeah, blue bills
I'm fucking that bitch, yeah, I'm fucking that bitch, yeah, off the pills
It's still free the ghost, we throw away the ghost guns
She just made a post, okay, then do what you want hun
I got hella hoes, don't trust her, I fuck with my damn gun
Money overflow, I make them racks on a Samsung

Whole lotta money, whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I'm in the coupe with some bunnies
Whole lotta money, whole lotta money, whole lotta money
I make her count that shit for me

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