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tay keith & lil juice – countdown lyrics

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everybody standing in your yard gone get they ass clipped
i been flipping sh+t out in texas think i’m lil flip
brand new judge hanging off my hip i’ll never trip
baby girl let’s go take a trip i don’t need a permission slip

ima tell y’all how it went but it won’t take me 20 minutes
scratch the number off the glock 19 before ya do your mission
they knew soon as i was 18 put his black ass in the system
all it took was 17 to put his b+tch ass in the blender
you gone get a sweet 16 and that come right after the beam
you know lil cobie get a strap and paint that muf+cka green
lil mikey staying out the way he did that for the team
and b+tch i’m all up in ya face just cause i’m naturally mean
i had to cut my dawg off he d+mn near turnt to into fiend
these n+ggas junkies for some clout always tryna be seen
if i catch you creeping by my house you get hit with the beam
took about 15 minutes for the medical response team
14 minutes later he pr+nounced dead on the scene
all i talk is numbers like i didn’t learn my abcs
i don’t f+ck with twelve so 11 before 13
i got 10 ps of cbd to finesse yo team
all that money better come correct cause n+ggas trying to eat
red dot sight on my nine they say his pistol clean
8 perc 10s in my pocket b+tch i’m charlie sheen
7 tatted on a n+gga face so lil b+tch don’t ask me what it means
when i was 6 i hopped off in the studio on everything
i just stop at haddie bs i need a 5 piece chicken wings
4wheel driving my big body benz is class c
better have that money in my hang before i count to 3
2 middle fingers to police n+gga i can’t breath
it’s gone be another n+gga dead u wanna f+ck wit me
one love but this ain’t bout no peace cuz i ain’t marley b
80,000 out the spot then we go cross the street
memeber when the police walked up on my ass at captain ds
n+ggas mad cuz we got the same d+mn salary
keep a tool, sh+t who made the rules, cuz i ain’t meet dude
b+tch how you gone tell me what to do i think that’s kinda rude
feds tryna do another sweep im spitting on the broom
boy i got a choppa at the house that clear the whole room
holographic sight get in tight with that 3x zoom
got these b+tches tugging on my pants n my fruit of the loom
n+gga tried to play lil juice the last thing he heard of was boom
45 shots out that ar this ain’t the 30 clip
i just hit my sh+t wit batting tape now i got perfect grip
n+gga you keep running at your lip then we going to take a trip



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