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lil uzi vert - count dem rollz lyrics

[intro]
(count dem rolls, whoo, count dem rolls)
when a b-tch suck my d-ck, i be like “wooh!”
if i’m counting more than a thousand dollars i be like “wooh!”
count them rollz! d-mn!

[verse]
the audi on wrist and the audi my whip
and the r8 ain’t come with a ceiling (skrt)
tec-9 what i grip, and it got cooling kit and the clip, that b-tch got a extension (brr)
the laser on it, a f-ck n-gga better be quick cause i swear to god i’m not missin’
i probably won’t miss, i put a bullet in your head
and change your whole image (i’ll k!ll you)
i just talked to wiz, i told addie “call me”
ain’t talk to my guy in a minute (waddup addy)
i went to the party, the b-tches all on me
i’m pullin’ brazilian and remy (suck my d-ck)
if it bout the benjis, don’t play my benjis
bustin’ at you with the semi
i ‘member when we was f-ckin’ a shawty in the bas-m-nt
her name *beep*
my style doin’ damage, diamonds they dancin’
hair on her neck it be standin’
my pistols be twins, they clip be five-ten
it kinda remind me of shannon
but i can not worry ’bout shannon
my n-ggas eatin’, you look famished
i’m drinkin’ that lean and i’m xannin’
lil uzi gon’ be just richer than them
that’s word to my n-gga don cannon
talkin’ that sh-t then i blam ’em
wait, that n-gga be runnin’
i mean the plural, that n-gga rannin’
i got a b-tch all on me, yes she be chewin’ my d-ck up
i be just k!llin’ this sh-t
when she eatin’ the nut, it be givin’ her hiccups
you should have worked out, shoot you in your stomach
m-th-f-cka should’ve did sit-ups
i don’t give a f-ck m-th-f-cka, now you talkin’, n-gga, get up
i been gettin’ money, how bout you?
your b-tch all on me, how bout you?
how that’s your b-tch, she suckin’ my d-ck once again
now she talkin’ ’bout you
i told that b-tch eat me, i’m k!llin’ it
i told that n-gga i be fillin’ it
man lil uzi, lil uzi, lil uzi that n-gga on top of philly like literally
i don’t give a f-ck lil’ n-gga, i swear to god i hope that you die
they say “why you dye your hair pink?”
n-gga, i don’t know, them xans got me too high
i told that b-tch i just be doin’ it
ain’t understand me, don’t give a f-ck
hit a n-gga with a twenty shot
twenty shot right to his chin like a uppercut
lil uzi he just be stupid, told your b-tch that i am ruthless
she suckin’ my d-ck and she suckin’ my d-ck
and it feel like that b-tch she is toothless
wooh!

[bridge]
(take a break count this god d-mn money, sh-tt)
count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, count them rolls

[verse 2]
just talked to my plug, yeah
he got that actavis just for him like by check
and you the type n-gga that be on the block
still tryna sip on that hi-tech
i don’t give a f-ck n-gga, what the f-ck
i might just hit your right up
i told that b-tch “suck me up, suck me up, suck me up”
no, no, no, i don’t want to f-ck
lil uzi crazy, lil uzi crazy, i did this sh-t in a day day
i’m gettin’ nachos, movin’ that work
i ain’t talkin’ bout the libre
i’m not with that he say, she say
not with the he say, she say
i take his main and his side-b-tch
and we proceed right to the three-way, d-mn!

[outro]
count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, count them rolls
count them rolls, uzi gang, count them rolls
count them rolls, uzi gang, count them rolls
count them rolls, uzi gang, count them rolls
count them rolls, uzi gang, count them rolls
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like count them rolls, uzi gang, count them rolls
like count them rolls, uzi gang, count them rolls

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