Testo Counted - Robb Bank$
Testo della canzone Counted (Robb Bank$), tratta dall'album Tha City
Shawty swing my way
The sex ain't good as you made it out to be
No one special like I need to play the story mode over
This go for all y'all, boy you mean to tell me
You thought your bitch wouldn't cheat?
The ho beat my dick like paper over paper
Cover up my paper like the smart kid, I'm giving you a test nigga
Boy I was PMSing, the periods almost over
I ain't gotta see you after this, we all got different schedules nigga
High school, I fucked the baddest bitch at my high school
After high school and still had obligations, like a man
But we cool, I'm cooler than the draft
And your man practice eating out his hand like a giraffe
While I'm thinking what I'm finna do
Dinner and they picked like the draft
I just want that bitch that used to text during class
JK, we ain't wifing these hoes, JK, but bitch we ain't friends
To you I'm just boy, compound words ain't to be blurted out
She left her man to fuck a noun, now move your mouth
Slow like you tryna sound it out
Money I been spending, bonds I severed
Relationships get worse boy, tides get surfed
And I ain't countin', countin', I been countin'
So let me give an update to all the niggas still up in Compton
One year till we dead my nigga
Two twin done counted all the bread my nigga
A hundred thou in racks I spent my nigga
Peeking outside where I reside only result fire
Oh nigga, oh nigga
They like "Bank$ you different now" I'm like "oh nigga"
Oh nigga, oh nigga
What I said count as is dead, forget about that ho
And boy you with her now but that bitch still mine
Still got iPhone, knockoff quality JPEGs of that oop
These pussy niggas look spooked, boy I'm boomed
I'm inside that pink like Gotenks so I call her Buu
And nigga you can take the credit Hercule
Mr. Satan done seen angels tell you bout it
Nigga you wouldn't believe boy, me, go
Live in a glass house, I'm gon' see and expose you
Bitch I got a secret for every nigga with a code too
Ain't shit you could say to me, bury me a nigga
At least I look like Zero
Wish I was still four years old and my daddy was still my hero
I never lied though, met a Zoe at twelve years old
That was daddy to me, taught me everything that mama couldn't
And all them infidelities cut up my former guardian
Couldn't bear to look at us, the alternative
Move mama, lil bro and me way down to the sea
Ask him if he raised a savage, bet he say it wasn't me
Eighteen years of the work, faith gated through the hustle
Still a Woodside nigga with North Lauderdale muscle
Kicked out Coral Springs High, dropped out of Dave Thomas
Now my lil bitch in college hollering "go back to school"
Talking my ear off bout how much she love her classes
Tryna leave her on campus, way she make that shit sound
Better be Degrassi, I'm knowing it's JT
Cause she young in JV and keeping that gossiping
I get rich booking, ten pay
Forty put you in a wheelchair, make you think about it
After like, nothing was the same, you lil traitor
These action figure ass niggas look bout it but they break
Don't like me, scared of the new nigga, I'm Buzz Lightyear
And they done put me into play and I took over all of your space
I fucked y'all up, said I fucked y'all up
Burned y'all boys, now you just sex toys
You left niggas with no face boy
Won't come back and visit his people
But he can't come, Barbie dolls, y'all pussy with no features
These niggas on Instagram and think they Tommy Two-Face
Two phone, major bitch hit airplane mode for the dick
Flyer than Tsuchikage in this bitch, you lil bitch
All my niggas out here living good, smoking big blunts
Eating away at big breasts like the cancer spreading
While I got that mosquito leg, mosquito bite
Lady bug on my arm that you just can't seem to hit
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Writer(s): Richard Burrell, Nuri Saberin
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