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missed count

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[Intro] Hello? Woah Aye, I’ma call you right back bruh I’m trynna finish countin this money bruh You makin me fuck up bruh I’ma call you right back bruh Shit man Aye, aye [Hook] I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count Got my foreign drop top Parked in front of yo bitch house I’m headin to the trap Just came from out yo bitch mouth I’m fresh as fuck I’m high as hell Just smoked about a ounce I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count [Verse: 1] I keep fuckin up the count I keep rollin out the pound I keep nothin but real ones round me Turn my hood to kush county AKA Castalia I pay her rent And she hold my sack Nigga, that’s a favor for a favor You can have them bitches I just want the stacks Lil nigga came up from shit Somedays I just sit and reminisce Who was fuckin with me back then? Who was fuckin with me back when? Back when my momma and my daddy was smokin When a young nigga was fucked up And hopeless They don’t like this shit And I know it Fuck ‘em Went and bought another Rollie Got a pocket full of guacamole I got nothin but designer on me Two hundred thow worth of bling Glowin If it ain’t raw I ain’t even pourin If it ain’t bout money I ain’t even goin You already know what I’m on San Fransisco cookies got me stoned Pick up the paper and I’m gone [Hook] I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count Got my foreign drop top Parked in front of yo bitch house I’m headin to the trap Just came from out yo bitch mouth I’m fresh as fuck I’m high as hell Just smoked about a ounce I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count [Verse: 2] I keep fuckin up the count I keep blowin money I keep rollin up weed In the strip club, throwin money All these niggas say they real But most of ‘em the fakest Two labels offered me two milli But I didn’t take it I’m chillin I’m good I’m straight These rappers, they broke I’m paid Codeine in my pink lemonade Givenchy my attire today For my niggas, I go out of my way Pussy nigga move up out of my way I had to go hard for this shit Nigga, I put my heart in this shit Never gave my heart to a bitch I won’t even argue with a bitch Some of these bitches more realer than these niggas Back seat of the Bentley The choppa hold bout 50 In and out the city Yo bitch said she missed me [Hook] I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count Got my foreign drop top Parked in front of yo bitch house I’m headin to the trap Just came from out yo bitch mouth I’m fresh as fuck I’m high as hell Just smoked about a ounce I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count

Vertaling

[Intro] Hallo? Woah Aye, ik bel je zo terug bruh Ik probeer dit geld te tellen. You makin me fuck up bruh Ik bel je zo terug. Shit man Aye, aye [Hook] I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count Got my foreign drop top Parked in front of yo bitch house I’m headin to the trap Just came from out yo bitch mouth I’m fresh as fuck I’m high as hell Just smoked about a ounce I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count [Verse: 1] I keep fuckin up the count I keep rollin out the pound I keep nothin but real ones around me Turn my hood to kush county AKA Castalia Ik betaal haar huur And she hold my sack Neger, dat is een gunst voor een gunst Je mag die wijven hebben Ik wil alleen de stapels Lil nigga kwam uit de shit Somedays I just sit and reminisce Who was fuckin with me then? Wie was er toen met mij aan het kloten? Toen mijn moeder en mijn vader nog rookten. Toen een jonge neger naar de klote was And hopeless They don’t like this shit En ik weet het Fuck ‘em Ging en kocht een andere Rollie Ik heb een zak vol guacamole Ik heb niets anders dan designer bij me Tweehonderdduizend aan bling Glowin Als het niet rauw is I ain’t even pourin Als het niet om geld gaat Ik ga niet eens You already know what I’m on San Fransisco cookies got me stoned Pick up the paper and I’m gone [Hook] I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count Got my foreign drop top Parked in front of yo bitch house I’m headin to the trap Just came from out yo bitch mouth I’m fresh as fuck I’m high as hell Just smoked about a ounce I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count [Verse: 2] I keep fuckin up the count I keep blowin money I keep rollin up weed In the strip club, throwin money Al deze niggas zeggen dat ze echt zijn Maar de meesten van hen zijn vals Twee labels boden me twee miljoen But I didn’t take it I’m chillin I’m good I’m straight Die rappers, die zijn blut I’m paid Codeine in mijn roze limonade Givenchy my attire today For my niggas, I go out of my way Kut nigga ga uit mijn weg I had to go hard for this shit Neger, ik heb mijn hart in deze shit gestoken Ik heb nooit mijn hart aan een teef gegeven Ik ga niet eens in discussie met een teef Sommige van deze teven zijn realistischer dan deze niggas Achterbank van de Bentley The choppa hold bout 50 In and out the city Yo bitch said she missed me [Hook] I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count I keep on startin over Cause I keep fuckin up the count I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count Got my foreign drop top Parked in front of yo bitch house I’m headin to the trap Just came from out yo bitch mouth I’m fresh as fuck I’m high as hell Just smoked about a ounce I’m steady startin over I keep fuckin up the count