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John River - Count It Up lyrics

Artist: John River

album: Confessions Of A Broke Nigga


If you the plug this is crack, I can show you something
My brain's door got a crack, you supposed to come in
I keep my shit a rack, what I owe you something?
Fuck your lady from the back cause you always fronting
While you posted on the block, Andre Drummond
Beef when I you see you though it always nothing
I'm running down the lane and I'm always Dunking
Ya help is not coming, so nigga stop jumping
For you end up on poster, or a top ten list
Fucked your bitch I had to show her this not friendship
I'm top five top five, so don't Top Ten This
Any rapper still alive could not pen this
Except maybe Kendrick, Drake & Cole I'm pensive
I'm trying to be next the nigga when they're reign is ended
And let the sun shine brightly, I stun minds nightly
You could bite me or fight me, one not likely
I sent a strong message, I guess some got it lightly
Niggas throwing shade like the sun doesnt like me
Look, you're not the one I never wondered if you might be
I'm Kobe and Mikey everybody's not Nike nigga
Force ones, On some AirBNB shit
Headed to the top on some steer clear of me shit
Fucking skinny white girls, what I do with these tits?
Mosquito bites, these itch? Fuck it man she's rich
When I'm in that pussy, you know I gotta beast it
Cause her racist ass parents probably said I've never be shit
Daddy used to take her on the boat so she could see shit
Bust a river down her throat now I got her sea sick, swell
Hey girl hope you keeping well
Just a young black nigga that be speaking well
Bout to blow like a landmine, no talk on landlines
They trying lock me up but they can keep the cell
Like fuck Jail Nigga
I'm like 5k a show like what's bail nigga?
Hey no snitching what blow, what scale nigga?
We don't see, don't know like what's brail nigga?
Hey I been eating so long, what's fail nigga?
Trying to scream that from my jet
And show the niggas on the block there's more to life then my set
More than selling rocks, and grilling cops in the projects
And cooking on the stove, in the Roe the city I left
At 15 thinking how the fuck I ain't try sex
16 smoking how the fuck I ain't high yet
19 saying how the fuck I ain't fly yet
I'm 23 rapping I ain't fucking tell lie yet nigga
Yeah so count it up
Yeah so count it up

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