Countin Blue

Yea
Sliding down the block pass the clip to me
We gon turn these niggas into history
She gon hit my phone say she missing me
Ion want these hoes they ain't what I need

Want it like that
Pull up her skirt
Hit from the back
Face in the dirt
She reaching back
Tugging my shirt
We made it fit
How does that work?
She shaking that
She go berserk
They in the back
They tryna lurk
Im bout my chicken they call me a jerk
I want a bag so I sent her to work
Spend this money on me, spend no money on you
Bitch I take to win ion take to lose
Money all these jeans, money all on my shoes
I be smoking green, I be countin blue
Count it up
Had to cut it off
Had to break it down for you niggas, you aint think enough
Hey
Had to get it up
And you aint stay around cause yo ass aint do enough
Woah

Sliding down the block pass the clip to me
We gon turn these niggas into history
She gon hit my phone said she missing me
Ion want these hoes they ain't what I need



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Writer(s): Tyrell Moore
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