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letra de count it up - john river

[verse 1]
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 sh-t a rack, what i owe you something?
f-ck 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 n-gga stop jumping
for you end up on poster, or a top ten list
f-cked your b-tch 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 n-gga when they’re reign is еnded
and let the sun shinе 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
n-ggas 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 n-gga
force ones, on some airbnb sh-t
headed to the top on some steer clear of me sh-t
f-cking skinny white girls, what i do with these tits?
mosquito bites, these itch? f-ck it man she’s rich
when i’m in that p-ssy, you know i gotta beast it
cause her racist ass parents probably said i’ve never be sh-t
daddy used to take her on the boat so she could see sh-t
bust a river down her throat now i got her sea sick, swell
hey girl hope you keeping well
just a young black n-gga 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 f-ck jail n-gga
i’m like 5k a show like what’s bail n-gga?
hey no snitching what blow, what scale n-gga?
we don’t see, don’t know like what’s brail n-gga?
hey i been eating so long, what’s fail n-gga?
trying to scream that from my jet
and show the n-ggas 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 f-ck i ain’t try s-x
16 smoking how the f-ck i ain’t high yet
19 saying how the f-ck i ain’t fly yet
i’m 23 rapping i ain’t f-cking tell lie yet n-gga
yeah so count it up
yeah so count it up

- john river

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