When i count to three, you flea
And my kick game beyond crazy
Yeah, and make sure everything you say
Count doughwork hard all day ever day
The girl give me da head count
No reason to be around
Weed up, better make a sound
The girl give me da head count
Baby when i like that, i know it's crazy
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
On the ceiling after a boob shoot of the milf of my pastor
While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for
It dont say it doesnt count if you recite it in bars
She pretty but she insecure as baby-mother scars
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