Back down, backing ultra dreams like some bad sleep
Killing sheep while i count the carcasses asleep.
You know that love is a very serious thing
And verbally swears the count in making
And all women who had light features, see
The hardest four bars, and i aint even count to three
Smoking loud, blowing down when the law ain't around
How many times i got to say it for it to count?
I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say
Count doughwork hard all day ever day
She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around
Start piling up the body count, man im the blood thirsty count,
Well, probably, i lost count
I just might throw a big amount
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