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lost count - skinny t & rr (fod) lyrics

[intro: rr]
go
you already know what we do, n*gga
n*gga, we can’t be f*cked with, n*gga
nah, for real, though, n*gga (funk or die)
youngest n*gga with perms runnin’ around this motherf*cker (are you in the mafia?)

[chorus: rr]
i done broke so many b*tches, i done lost count (i done lost count)
what i’m worth in jewelry, n*gga, i done lost count (i done lost count)
had to serve pippen, n*gga, i’m her boss now (i’m her boss now)
n*ggas ain’t really up so they talk down
i done broke so many b*tches, i done lost count (i done lost count)
what i’m worth in jewelry, n*gga, i done lost count (i done lost count)
had to serve pippen, n*gga, i’m her boss now (i’m hеr boss now)
n*ggas ain’t really up so they talk down

[verse 1: rr]
my kit hit, thesе n*ggas be coppin’ cheap sh*t
i’m with double r, we in the trace, sh*t, we with remix
line a b*tch with a flashy smile, now she don’t see sh*t
fod, sos, n*gga, that’s some deep sh*t
i fell off and bounced back, i still be lit
i be mobbin’ sh*t, n*gga, i used to be robbin’
if the b*tch ain’t got no money, told her jump out in helicopter
my mack b*tch got a new trick, sh*t, i think he a doctor
i’m her father, yeah, n*gga, i’m her daddy
young n*gga pimpin’ hard, i might pull up in a caddy
if the b*tch ain’t gave me trap, then the b*tch never has me
(i’m on the blade all night like a n*gga popped an addy)
[chorus: rr]
i done broke so many b*tches, i done lost count (i done lost count)
what i’m worth in jewelry, n*gga, i done lost count (i done lost count)
had to serve pippen, n*gga, i’m her boss now (i’m her boss now)
n*ggas ain’t really up so they talk down
i done broke so many b*tches, i done lost count (i done lost count)
what i’m worth in jewelry, n*gga, i done lost count (i done lost count)
had to serve pippen, n*gga, i’m her boss now (i’m her boss now)
n*ggas ain’t really up so they talk down

[verse 2: rr]
this ain’t a grill in my mouth, this sh*t permanent (this sh*t permanent)
these hoes scared on the blade, i’m tryna serve the fent
served the b*tch, choose up and you can learn some sh*t (you can learn some sh*t)
she ain’t talkin’ ’bout a bag, i’ma curve the b*tch (ah)
like adios, b*tch, you can kick rocks
i make music for the pimpin’, not no tiktoks (not no tiktoks)
in the booth right now, my b*tch on the razor (my b*tch on the razor)
broke boys talkin’ down ’cause the n*ggas hate us
check the trap out the b*tch, i’ma see you later (i’ma see you later)
she in love with my pimpin’, i be drippin’ flavor (yeah)
and i ain’t never chasin’ hoes, i be chasin’ paper (i be chasin’ paper)
and i keep a b*tch down just like an anchor

[chorus: rr]
i done broke so many b*tches, i done lost count (i done lost count)
what i’m worth in jewelry, n*gga, i done lost count (i done lost count)
had to serve pippen, n*gga, i’m her boss now (i’m her boss now)
n*ggas ain’t really up so they talk down
i done broke so many b*tches, i done lost count (i done lost count)
what i’m worth in jewelry, n*gga, i done lost count (i done lost count)
had to serve pippen, n*gga, i’m her boss now (i’m her boss now)
n*ggas ain’t really up so they talk down (n*gga)

- skinny t rr fod lyrics

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