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Lost Count
3,038
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lost Count fue lanzado el 8 de noviembre de 2024 por NLess Entertainment, Services Account como parte del álbum Focus More On Me
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Fecha de lanzamiento8 de noviembre de 2024
Sello discográficoNLess Entertainment, Services Account
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM68

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
Dee Mula
Dee Mula
Voces
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
Ladarius Odum
Ladarius Odum
Letra
David Hayes
David Hayes
Composición
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Honcho Denaro,
Honcho Denaro,
Producción

Letra

[Intro]
Now I got commas, mm, they counted me out, they lost count (Honcho on that beat, word, say less)
They counted me out, they lost count, for real
See, now I— uh
See, now I got, now I got— (Dee Mula)
[Verse 1]
They counted me out, they lost count (They lost count)
See, now I got commas, cut your fingers off
**** thought I fell off, but I came back
I was sittin' in the house with the TV off
Folks thought I was crazy, sittin' in the dark, back 'gainst the wall, appetite like a shark
Folks thought I was lazy, didn't drop none of my music, it was too much sittin' on my heart (Damn)
I know **** can't wait 'til I crash and break the news
Prayin' on my downfall, hope I lose, but I can't (Why?)
I'm the one that He choose, that He chose, I'm the one make the rules
A lot of **** been dick ridin' instead of tellin' **** that they fake, the shit they doin' ain't straight
Try to leave the real **** behind, I'd better spit in they face
Rather keep my distance, my temper bad, better stay in the house 'fore I flip his ass (Doo, doo, doo)
I be out of my body on Percocets, start off with some head, that's perfect sex (Ugh, ugh)
They be hopin' I trip and fall, Maybach with the curtains and all (Woah)
Bad bitch like a Barbie doll (Woo), beat that pussy up standin' tall
I'm the **** they waitin' on like, "When you gon' drop? Mula, where you at?"
I been in the box, I been locked in, still in the streets, we done killed ****, I done lost friends (Doo, doo)
Heard it's five thousand dollar on my head, what's that? ****, I'll drop ten (Huh? Huh? Doo, doo, doo)
They'll come spin (Phew, doo, doo, doo)
Trappin'-ass bitch, bring me his head
Built for this, just rappin', don't know what a murder feel like (Nah)
I be arguin' with my ****, like brothers, I fuck with them (Fuck with him), get mad if we still tight (Gang, gang)
Ain't no yes-men in my clique, ****
Pull up hittin' somethin' with that switch, **** (Doo, doo)
I'm 'posed to been dead (Trap), that's what the opp said, but they scared (Come here)
Them **** ain't usin' nothin' but they legs
I don't rap 'bout my clothes (No), I been gettin' fresh as a peppermint (Let's talk about it)
I been gettin' sharp, **** (Gettin' sharp, ****), eat up, you starve, **** (****, you starvin')
And I don't need no cosign 'cause I'm the one who made me (I'm the one)
Took my grandma death kinda hard 'cause that's who raised me (That's who raised me)
I'm smokin' Blacks to boost the high, Percocets and Xanax with the lean, I'm startin' to fly (Uh)
When you runnin' away from love and your dick good, that make em' cry (Ah)
Make 'em lie, talkin' 'bout they love you (You don't love me)
She just want this money and go get a trick to spoil (You want my money)
Can't never say I left no **** out, I count these **** in
Should've kept it business, he start ventin', so I became his friend (Damn)
I help ****, you got problems, man, his problems, man, I step with y'all (I step with y'all)
Don't talk 'bout me 'cause I just cut you off, lil' bitch, I slept with you (You ain't nothin' but a trick)
Been tried myself lately 'cause **** fake, it's givin' shady
Ungrateful, I'm insecure 'cause I fuck **** bitches on the daily
Unfaithful, these hoes ain't worth a freeze cup (No)
She lied 'bout fuckin', she'll lie 'bout anything, don't need her
Written by: David Hayes, Ladarius Odum
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