CurT@!n$ - Count It Off lyrics

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CurT@!n$ - Count It Off lyrics

[Verse 1 Curt@!ns:] My phone went off Somebody said, "It's been a little minute since Dope went off." So I had to throw one off Set fire in the booth then the smoke went off You don't really wanna talk when the toast involved Double R k**in' n***as like them Oakland boys Suicide doors feelin' like a coastin' car Yeah he too gone Got two Golden Arms, I see U-God I'm heavy on the freaks better watch them broads I'm heavy in the streets, new watch new car Oh no he didn't Look at his Benz Wait what's that? Dope's sh**tin' again You little motherf**ers all gitty about rims While I'm out lookin' for boats just like the Children Of Men Huh? Don't come through my city again You think you're fly, I'm Flier How Philly of him Huh, I spark n***as like a philly with mids Huh, two guns I've extended the Clipse Push! I cause Malice I call Statik Tell these little rats n***as, get in the gym Huh Get they wait up Or get ate up I got my plate up Where's my f**in' waiter! I need breakfast, hahaha Nice necklace I wreck sh**, so I jumped on Reks sh** If you think this sh** crazy wait till you hear my next sh** [Verse 2 Reks:] This for my doggies on the east east Homie gon' eat eat All the Wheat-ies ies Stormy lines, Corey lines, borderline, P.E Revolution, evolution, E.T Bartender pourin' my rum and lime Come a time I ain't got a dollar sign I'mma be just fine 2010 Columbine Bomber when I find a rhymer with my kind of grammar And I promise I'mma sign up to his Twitter page It's the age of the technological craze L.O.L. 'em to d**h R.E.K.S., ahead of my days Hours, minutes, seconds pen pressed to the page Bench pressin' this western beat Sleep, you cray Z, baby The beat he's slayin' Cause I do wreck sh** and he close curtains This for certain Nice cause I say so LMFAO Don't quit your J.O Ayo, T.K.O Pen play fortified, leave my foes mortified Sure to die, surely I All the time slay those Flow since a day old Patata/potato, you get baked, hey ho I make doe, over your head joint Connected like the halo For real Comparisons pale Embarra**in' to me though Think about ceiling heights Sick with it y'all n***as feel alright