Testo for the count - ForeverWike
Testo della canzone for the count (ForeverWike), tratta dall'album Grey Heaven
(This is madness)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, just tryna' bust it at his brain
Yeah, bitch I'm the one, bitch I don't play
Yeah, we got that boy using canes
Yeah, we don't play around, we don't play around
That's another one for the count
'Nother opp that wan' fuck around, we body bag 'em then we bounce
Snatched his bitch right off the street, she shakin' ass up in my house
Pull up on 'em with that stick, the same one pulled from off the couch
And I pull up, just me and my niggas
Black truck, we hopping out on jiggas
Pull up, smoke 'em like a swisher
Reel that boy in like a fisher
That boy Jamo, that's my nigga
Know we outside, not for a tan
Got two bitches and they scissor
We left two niggas on the sand
Wasn't even tryna' backdoor, I just played the cards in my hand
Played the cards that I was dealt, still got me in the motherfucking jam
Caught 'em, forced 'em out of bounds, nigga finna still dunk like I'm Bam
Stop fucking talkin' nigga damn
Really tryna' just perfect this shit, I don't really think I found my sound
Better had left the nigga dead, don't wanna see 'em when I come around
Neighborhood watch, protect the block, It's been a minute but I'm crowned
Catch 'em lackin', dump a clip out the glock, like It's Fortnite, the nigga downed
I hop up in the hellcat
My niggas wanna kill, I tell them boys to go and get that
These bitches keep on talkin', fuck it, I'm not worried bout that
I gotta keep on gettin' money, tryna' go buy a scat
And they just wanna see me fail, but they can't see me do that
I fucked her good, the next day, on my lap is right where she sat
I keep my mouth shut 'bout the business, can't be seen as a rat
She know she bad, she turn around, like damn bae, yeah that ass fat
Yeah, It's cool
It ain't cool
I can't lie, that shit ain't cool
We on the ouu, yeah we on the ouu
Yeah, yeah, yeah, just tryna' bust it at his brain
Yeah, bitch I'm the one, bitch I don't play
Yeah, we got that boy using canes
Yeah, we don't play around, we don't play around
That's another one for the count
'Nother opp that wan' fuck around, we body bag 'em then we bounce
Snatched his bitch right off the street, she shakin' ass up in my house
Pull up on 'em with that stick, the same one pulled from off the couch
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