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jdot breezy - counting on love lyrics

counting on love lyrics
[intro]
(simo fre just k!lled this)

[chorus]
i just threw one back like, “baby, hold up, hold my cup, i’ll roll this gas”
let the throw some money on it, i love the way you throw yo’ ass
all these b+tches jut money+hungry but you was there before the bag
doped up with that pistol on me, just ride for me, that’s all i ask
pull up to the driveway, i text you, “come outside, bae”
i gotta leave at 10 but i’ma beat that cat in nine ways
eight times i tried to love and seven times i got played
six times startеd doin’ drugs, ain’t been asleep in five days

[verse]
boofed off this dope, thinkin’ ’bout my chick
on that intеrstate, i’m catchin’ plays, ridin’ with that stick
she want me to stay safe but playin’ safe’ll get you hit
she say, “daddy, you the goat, don’t let ’em trick you out yo’ sh+t”
i gotta move strategic, can’t leave my shawty ’cause she need me
my heart beatin’, i pray to god you never leave me
i’ll take you to the promised land, f+ck them hoes, they all fans
them n+ggas gon’ count me out but you gon’ always count me in
let the blogs talk, never respond, that sh+t just common sense
know i get sh+t dropped, tell ’em free jock, k i’m the murder man
just be here, this sh+t cold, n+ggas fold, it be your own man
i hate to sleep alone when you’re not home, need you to hold my hand
[chorus]
i just threw one back like, “baby, hold up, hold my cup, i’ll roll this gas”
let the throw some money on it, i love the way you throw yo’ ass
all these b+tches jut money+hungry but you was there before the bag
doped up with that pistol on me, just ride for me, that’s all i ask
pull up to the driveway, i text you, “come outside, bae”
i gotta leave at 10 but i’ma beat that cat in nine ways
eight times i tried to love and seven times i got played
six times started doin’ drugs, ain’t been asleep in five days

[outro]
boofed off this dope, thinkin’ ’bout my chick
on that interstate, i’m catchin’ plays, ridin’ with that stick
she want me to stay safe but playin’ safe’ll get you hit
she say, “daddy, you the goat, don’t let ’em trick you out yo’ sh+t”
i gotta move strategic, can’t leave my shawty ’cause she need me
my heart beatin’, i pray to god you never leave me
i’ll take you to the promised land, f+ck them hoes, they all fans
them n+ggas gon’ count me out but you gon’ always count me in
let the blogs talk, hmm, mm, mmm
know i get sh+t topped, tell ’em free jock, k i’m the murder man
hmm, mmm, mmm
know i get sh+t topped, tell ’em free jock, k i’m the murder man

- jdot breezy lyrics

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