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Lost Count
2,919
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lost Count was released on November 8, 2024 by NLess Entertainment, Services Account as a part of the album Focus More On Me
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Release DateNovember 8, 2024
LabelNLess Entertainment, Services Account
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM68

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dee Mula
Dee Mula
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ladarius Odum
Ladarius Odum
Lyrics
David Hayes
David Hayes
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Honcho Denaro,
Honcho Denaro,
Producer

Lyrics

[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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