Testo Count On Me - NB King
Testo della canzone Count On Me (NB King), tratta dall'album Count On Me
Yeah
I'm about to run through this shit real quick
NB
Aye
No Budget
Yeah
Fell out with some people, we could've stayed cordial
Remember me and Tre on Wildcats out Laurel
Brodie funeral and I ain't pull up lookin' formal
Too many niggas dyin, man I'm numb, shit normal
Jaeden moved away, he went way down Tampa
Arynne still in college, junior year in Alabama
I ain't smart as shit, but if you call, I gotta answer
Real stand-up nigga way before we had cameras
12, 16, they done let me in the door
Been a couple years since a nigga had a show
Came a long way, remember sleepin' on the floor
Long live KZ, we was trappin' in the snow
They don't know how I feel, childhood in the grave
Look out for everybody, you the one they need to save
For that money, he like Ray Charles Pussy, he a slave
I could blow up any minute, I ain't worried about a wave
Niggas change up more than weather and the seasons
All these bitches do is dick right and eat semen
Flip your first bags it'll have your ass cheesin
Nigga want beef when I pull up he a vegan
Show they true colors and that's where you gotta leave em
Try to tell his story and I couldn't even believe him
Young nigga lesson, which one I finna teach him
But spare his old ass, I don't want em to grieve him
When I get rich, they gon' count on me
If I go broke, they look down on me
If I fall off, they gon' clown on me
Call me No Budget King, put the crown on me
When I get rich, they gon' count on me
If I go broke, they look down on me
If I fall off, they gon' clown on me
Call me No Budget King, put the crown on me (put the crown on me)
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Writer(s): Nb King
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