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countituP
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Rap
countituP fue lanzado el 14 de marzo de 2025 por Mass Appeal como parte del álbum GOD CRIED ALL NIGHT
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Fecha de lanzamiento14 de marzo de 2025
Sello discográficoMass Appeal
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM66

Créditos

ARTISTAS INTÉRPRETES
LEW
LEW
Rap, Voz principal
Koast
Koast
Programación
Zachary Ray
Zachary Ray
Programación
Gio Lacerna
Gio Lacerna
Programación
Garza
Garza
Programación
COMPOSICIÓN Y LETRA
LEW
LEW
Autoría
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Nathaniel Bielefeldt
Autoría
PRODUCCIÓN E INGENIERÍA
Koast
Koast
Producción
Zachary Ray
Zachary Ray
Producción
Gio Lacerna
Gio Lacerna
Producción
Garza
Garza
Producción

Letra

Look, yeah…
God’s favorite, we the last ones laughing
Brand so cold, these **** want to jack it
Girls at the show like sardines packed in
Used to be at Amazon warehouse packing
Now I’m in my prime like Amazon package
I ain’t scared to die for this shit, this passion
Dead serious, I ain’t scared of no casket
Hard times never, ever, ever made me panic
Hard work, boy, you only play how you practice
Y’all never cheered for the boy way back then
Now we say “cheers” under champagne glasses
Came out the water, and I got shit cracking
Me and my lawyer in the same tax bracket
Could’ve been a lawyer, but I bossed up rapping
Yes, baby, I’m the Bozeman like Chadwick
But to tell you the truth
When I was 16, I was scared of the cooch
WHEREISLEW had self-confidence issues
Bad as hell like terrible twos
St-st-st-stuttering ‘round the hoes
Embarrassing youth
Down bad, broke, feeling very abused
From the dirt like vegetarian food
Late for my meeting over there with the Jews
‘Cause I walked out the house and just stared at the coupe
Too clean, hop in like, “Where is the roof?”
Hit a button, oh shit, ****, there is the roof!
If you want to meet God, ****, stare at my jewels
If you want to meet God, bring a chair in the booth
Paid two racks for this Louis V coat
That I’m wearing all June, ‘cause why not?
Baby girl, I’m different
Clobex on me, my palms straight itching
Money being printed every day, go get it
You never lose bitches trying to chase this cash
But you lose cash trying to chase these bitches
Them hot-ass rides in the ‘98 Civic
Them cold-ass nights in the spot that we rented
I remember all of that shit so vivid
Damn, I ain’t clocked in in a minute, huh?
Used to poverty-stricken, huh?
Could’ve gave up, but I didn’t, huh?
Bank account need Ozempic, huh?
I’m just counting up digits, huh?
I’m just counting up digits, huh?
I’m just counting up digits
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
I just count, count, count
Everything is working out
You want to know how I know?
‘Cause it’s too much bread to count
And baby girl, I gotta go
Go out there and make you proud
So take this and just count it up for me
Baby girl, count it up
Count it up for me
Baby girl, count it up
Count it up for me
Baby girl, count it up
Count it up, count it up, count it up, uh huh…
This is fucking fire, fuego—
In Arabic, we “hot,” okay?
Written by: LEW, Nathaniel Bielefeldt
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