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lirik lagu count dracula – sy ari da kid

count dracula lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah
take count
a lot can happen, counting to ten, right?
could make a whole decision, you let me get to that last number, for real
mob
ah

[verse 1]
before i make a peace offering (yeah)
i break a piece off of ’em
you gon’ probably think you seen saw again
911, police, better keep calling ’em
bet i land on my feet if i free fall again
i ain’t always on me, they think he’s solomon
it’s like i’m playing a baseball with a beachball again
i don’t feast on the weak but i’ll eat y’all again
that sweet raw revenge
blood on the streets pouring in
you could come deep, i got enough beef for a friend
what was kobe without robert horry, b shaw and them?
from simply pathetic to sympathetic
they tryna inspect my intersection and intercept it
respectfully i feel disrespected, disconnected
a hard time on the stand, it feel like i been dyslexic
gotta know if you into that entrance, you can’t forget the exit
i rather be get ejected before i get rejected
let’s hit it (yo, yo)
[chorus]
ain’t no one on ones, it won’t be a part two (two)
three set you free, make sure what you say is true (true)
four, i want more, i want everything new (new)
five, we go live, tell me what you want do?
six, let’s get rich, don’t be dumb, keep it cool (cool)
seven, it’s whatever, i could never be a fool (fool)
eight, make yo’ plate, say yo’ grace, god rules (rules)
glock 9, we on ten, is you ready? make a move

[verse 2]
who ain’t triller? globetrotter kool*aid sipper
i still feel like i’m a wu*tang member
she left in my sprinter
i don’t know who came with her
why look at my shoestrings if you can’t fit ’em?
a lil’ dancer, a follies and a blue flame stripper
take her to escobar, she gon’ think 2 chainz wit’ her
who made dinner? i’m starving, just getting started
i grew up in a apartment within an apartment
my n*ggas marching, but every lieutenant isn’t a sargent
a lot of you soldiers been in the office often
like michael scott, the white’s root, just quit your talkin’
and i kept this sh*t a bean before i been a boss then
and i’m b*tter, n*gga, went and buy a big margin
act different on ’em, every position gotten
dennis rodman, n*gga, log in
’cause i’ma be in it until i’m in a coffin
been barkin’, big dog like glenn robin’
yo, yo (‘son)
[chorus]
ain’t no one on ones, it won’t be a part two (two)
three set you free, make sure what you say is true (true)
four, i want more, i want everything new (new)
five, we go live, tell me what you want do?
six, let’s get rich, don’t be dumb, keep it cool (cool)
seven, it’s whatever, i could never be a fool (fool)
eight, make yo’ plate, say yo’ grace, god rules (rules)
glock 9, we on ten, is you ready? make a move

- sy ari da kid

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