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letra de yeh countin - muillet

[intro]
argh, argh, argh

[chorus]
i feel lyke blowin up huh yeah perky side (yeah, hey, huh, hoe) yeah huh i don’t give a f-k he got different racks than dis, (yeah, huh, hoe)
yeah pull up on tha block i shot dat b-tch (yeh, i did) yeah runnin cause i jus shot his b-tch, (yeah, lean)
yeah i jus shoot his side yeah blood (yeah, it is blue blue) yeah i be countin all my lives (yeah, i’m home) yeah got my mans yeah they could f-kin die, (yeah, could try)
i don’t give a f-k imma sigh (yeah imma sigh) yeah look at my boy andrew tate, (yeah, oh hеy)
yeah they locked him up latеr (yeah, later bro) i don’t give a f-k i can hate ya’ll (yeah, they suck) i canyeah u on me yeah b-tch get tha f-k off (on me, f-k off) yeh suk my c-ck yeah i don’t give a f-k, (argh, shut the f-k up)

[verse]
i don’t give a f-k imma watch him die (phew, phew, phew) imma show him to hit when he f-kin fire (yeah, big time) yeah i don’t give no f-ks, (on that time, oh my god)
yeah i really never gave a f-k (yeah, get shot) yeah watchin him walk down with the blood, (yeah, huh, hey)
yeah huh he be lookin at my f-kin gun (yeah, huh) oh yeah all these hoes all line up on me, (yeh tha line)
i jus told a girl i’m outside a sheets (yeah, i do) yeah bought my sh-t it from tha beach (yeah, hey, b-tch, yeah) yeah i got so millions, (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
yeah countin all these racks i don’t give a f-k, (yeah, that’s lyfe)
yeah be lookin at u like a dumbass (yeah, yeah, yeah, u stupid ) yeah i love my low, (yeah, yeah, yeah, i do oh)
i don’t give a f-k imma sigh (no) yeah takin some perc’s and lean (hey, hey, hey, hey) yeah i am really low (give no f-cks) yeah i been talkin so much truth yeah they can shut the f-k up, (yeah they can)
yeah u talk cause u trash (yeah, yeah, give no f-ck) yeah be lookin at yo boy yeah he f-kin dead, (yeah, yeet)
yeh i don’t give a f-k keep that glock on me (yeah, hmm, hey) imma show him what i am capable of a ability, (i give no f-ck)

[chorus]
i feel lyke blowin up huh yeah perky side (yeah, hey, huh, hoe) yeah huh i don’t give a f-k he got different racks than dis, (yeah, huh, hoe)
yeah pull up on tha block i shot dat b-tch (yeh, i did) yeah runnin cause i jus shot his b-tch, (yeah, lean)
yeah i jus shoot his side yeah blood (yeah, it is blue blue) yeah i be countin all my lives (yeah, i’m home) yeah got my mans yeah they could f-kin die, (yeah, could try)
i don’t give a f-k imma sigh (yeah imma sigh) yeah look at my boy andrew tate, (yeah, oh hey)
yeah they locked him up later (yeah, later bro) i don’t give a f-k i can hate ya’ll (yeah, they suck) i canyeah u on me yeah b-tch get tha f-k off (on me, f-k off) yeh suk my c-ck yeah i don’t give a f-k, (argh, shut the f-k up)

- muillet

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