Counted - Robb Bank$: testi di canzoni, video musicali e concerti

Counted

Hip-Hop/Rap

Counted è stato pubblicato il 17 luglio 2020 da Born Leaders Entertainment come parte dell'album Tha City

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Data di uscita17 luglio 2020

EtichettaBorn Leaders Entertainment

LinguaEnglish

Melodicità

Acousticità

Valence

Ballabilità

Energia

BPM143

PANORAMICA

TESTI

Video musicale

Video musicale

Crediti

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Robb Bank$

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Richard Burrell

Richard Burrell

Composer

Testi

Shawty swing my way

The sex ain't good as you made it out to be

No one special like I need to play the story mode over

This go for all y'all, boy you mean to tell me

You thought your bitch wouldn't cheat?

The ho beat my dick like paper over paper

Cover up my paper like the smart kid, I'm giving you a test ****

Boy I was PMSing, the periods almost over

I ain't gotta see you after this, we all got different schedules ****

High school, I fucked the baddest bitch at my high school

After high school and still had obligations, like a man

But we cool, I'm cooler than the draft

And your man practice eating out his hand like a giraffe

While I'm thinking what I'm finna do

Dinner and they picked like the draft

I just want that bitch that used to text during class

JK, we ain't wifing these hoes, JK, but bitch we ain't friends

To you I'm just boy, compound words ain't to be blurted out

She left her man to fuck a noun, now move your mouth

Slow like you tryna sound it out

Money I been spending, bonds I severed

Relationships get worse boy, tides get surfed

And I ain't countin', countin', I been countin'

So let me give an update to all the **** still up in Compton

One year till we dead my ****

Two twin done counted all the bread my ****

A hundred thou in racks I spent my ****

Peeking outside where I reside only result fire

Oh ****, oh ****

They like "Bank$ you different now" I'm like "oh ****"

Oh ****, oh ****

What I said count as is dead, forget about that ho

And boy you with her now but that bitch still mine

Still got iPhone, knockoff quality JPEGs of that oop

These pussy **** look spooked, boy I'm boomed

I'm inside that pink like Gotenks so I call her Buu

And **** you can take the credit Hercule

Mr. Satan done seen angels tell you bout it

**** you wouldn't believe boy, me, go

Live in a glass house, I'm gon' see and expose you

Bitch I got a secret for every **** with a code too

Ain't shit you could say to me, bury me a ****

At least I look like Zero

Wish I was still four years old and my daddy was still my hero

I never lied though, met a Zoe at twelve years old

That was daddy to me, taught me everything that mama couldn't

And all them infidelities cut up my former guardian

Couldn't bear to look at us, the alternative

Move mama, lil bro and me way down to the sea

Ask him if he raised a savage, bet he say it wasn't me

Eighteen years of the work, faith gated through the hustle

Still a Woodside **** with North Lauderdale muscle

Kicked out Coral Springs High, dropped out of Dave Thomas

Now my lil bitch in college hollering "go back to school"

Talking my ear off bout how much she love her classes

Tryna leave her on campus, way she make that shit sound

Better be Degrassi, I'm knowing it's JT

Cause she young in JV and keeping that gossiping

I get rich booking, ten pay

Forty put you in a wheelchair, make you think about it

After like, nothing was the same, you lil traitor

These action figure ass **** look bout it but they break

Don't like me, scared of the new ****, I'm Buzz Lightyear

And they done put me into play and I took over all of your space

I fucked y'all up, said I fucked y'all up

Burned y'all boys, now you just sex toys

You left **** with no face boy

Won't come back and visit his people

But he can't come, Barbie dolls, y'all pussy with no features

These **** on Instagram and think they Tommy Two-Face

Two phone, major bitch hit airplane mode for the dick

Flyer than Tsuchikage in this bitch, you lil bitch

All my **** out here living good, smoking big blunts

Eating away at big breasts like the cancer spreading

While I got that mosquito leg, mosquito bite

Lady bug on my arm that you just can't seem to hit

Written by: Richard Burrell

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