Count On Me π₯ποΈ
I can't count on you like you can count on me smoking heavy on dope we been up high for weeks never stressing about no hoe no she going to lie to me progressing getting that dough I got to have that cheese them haters at my door knock into your knuckles bleed b**** weed different breed came up I'm like a seed living my life a g got to have that money I'm married to it I got my wife with me I'm a king sitting on my throne I remember life in the streets rolling dice play for keeps take your life play with me n***** snakes n****** Creep in the field I got my cleats chasing dreams but I ain't meek p**** neat I guess I eat cooking up that recipe my kids they get the best of me f*** my haters keep hating to the best degree run for that bag like a track meet she loyal she attracted me I spoil and I rub her feet she ride the d Chevy Caprice whatever's clever I'm going to check the beat my heart froze it don't got no beat fuck smoke I don't run from beef can I count on you like you can count on me
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