Cause everytime yall come around
Jaw don't work no more, can you count?
And all we lack is communication like service sucks
What are you doing, learning to count syllables?
Well do the hokey-pokey, and turn that ass around
Every second flow to countdown, i never miss a count,
The way we used to count up to three
Trying to catch me riding dirty
She ain't ever trippin when a nigga ain't around
How many times i got to say it for it to count?
Body count is high, when i grip the mic
Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic
I count 5 fingers between you and me
You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three
This my album, and when your parents try to come around
Seeing as i can full mount your bitch too many times to count
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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