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thecount - step brothers lyrics

it’s the rookie’s with the veteran status, entering homes just to look inside the medicine cabinets
b-tch i’m jay-z

[tommy- verse 1]

i wrote this verse in a funeral, crazy ain’t it?
but f-ck it, im gonna go hard until these haters see nothing
i’m gonna go hard while i’m sagging out in public
i’m gonna go hard while i’m swagging out the bus b-tch
get these b-tches seasick when i hit them with the limp d-ck
if the whisky d-ck limp, i’ll put my fist in a b-tch
then i’ll dump a 40 ounce on her chest until she say she love that trill sh-t
b-tch my flow is sci-fi, stuff it in her hair pie, outer-sp-ce b-tch i look like i f-cking lie
b-tches on my d-ck because i look like bambi
ballin with some nasonex, call me marcus camby
posted with that syrup, everything is fine and dandy
wilmer valderrama because they giving handy manny
break inside your home and i’ll kidnap your daughter
ask her one question, made you watch as i shot her
make it to your mother’s house, and i f-cking slaughter
her and your stepdad. granny ran, i caught her
never got caught motherf-cker i am still standing
standing like a fat b-tch at mcdonalds ranting
b-tch i’m hot like a dog in the summer panting
that sh-t was corny b-tch remove them purple lace panties
pullin out the ar, silence on the f-cking tip
three cell phones, eating razzle-apple fundip
driving in the wrong lane, looking like i’m sucking d-ck
rhymes suck d-ck but my steelo on a sp-ceship
gold mouth b-tch, and i look like a princess
f-ck her whole head until she say that she my mistress
need every hour because i don’t want to win less
flow f-ck your mind leave you p-ssies in distress
gold on my arm and i look like a nightclub
crip like snoop so i’ll f-ck around and k!ll a blood

[verse 2- thecount]

so many people never heard my name, it’s crazy ain’t it?
this pen’s my brush, this game’s my canvas, now it’s time to paint it
now that i’m faded i can think about the girls i’ve dated, think about the guys i’ve hated
d-mn i’m getting tired of hatred
there’s only slacks and ties inside and i’m the one who’s tieless
i don’t have dreams money can buy, all my dreams are priceless
all my dreams feel impossible like blowing up
soaring above all my compet-tion that i’m hated from
we just a couple high school kids trying to make it big
make our name known, toddler gang is who i came with
never recycled a line in my whole d-mn life
only cans and bottles so i can get the money for the night
get the money for the right reasons. like pouring up
girl came over to talk because my wallet can’t afford to f-ck
my wallet can’t afford much. i’m kind of broke
when will i ever learn from the songs that i’ve wrote
all the weed that i’ve toked. all the sip that i drink
all that ever did was take all the money out the bank
so i got to give it up. i got to give it up soon
because if i don’t i will be the reason for my own doom
that bottle is my own tomb, like king tut
i wanna dies at a young age and never feel that love
because i’ve only been infatuated, since day one
i told you i was sorry for all that i’ve ever done
but you knew me better, you knew me better than that
you wrote me that love letter and i never wrote you back
so i’m sorry, i apologize. i’m not good enough
i never intended to come across as i don’t give a f-ck
because you the one. you my only
this song turned to a love song quick, but i’m a phony
and now i’m lonely. that’s what i get
i’m so sorry if i ever thought with my d-ck
or i called you a b-tch
you deserve better, i’m such a pr-ck
but please don’t leave me girl you’re the one i want to be with

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