a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

trick mosa - count off lyrics

[intro: trick mosa]
yeah

[pre+chorus: trick mosa]
one b+tch, two b+tch, three b+tch, none
i don’t, f+ck with, anyone

[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye
count off, count off, count off, aye aye

[verse 1: trick mosa]
run up the racks, yeah
i’m ’bout to make that sh+t back, aye
d+mn
flood the patek, wait
i’m ’bout to f+ck up a check, yeah
i made it up from the ground
i need a b+tch who ain’t holding me down
play all my sh+t when i’m f+cking around
counting these b+tches i’m making my round (godd+mn)
i speak facts, lot of these rappers are making me laugh
foot on they neck, man i need to relax
f+cking they b+tch, i’m about to collapse (talk that sh+t)
i’m really doing the most, yeah
hop in the foreign and ghost, yeah
came a long way from the lows, yeah
no time for loving these hoes (f+ck ’em)

[pre+chorus: trick mosa]
one b+tch, two b+tch, three b+tch, none
i don’t, f+ck with, anyone

[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye
count off, count off, count off, aye aye

[verse 2: emi]
pound that lil’ b+tch in the back of the acura (acura)
i just got head from a b+tch that’s named tabatha (tabatha)
f+cking your b+tch and you know i don’t wrap it up (wrap it up)
counting this money i just like to stack it up, woah (stack it up)
i might just go blow a check (check)
my brother, he’s strapped with a tec (tec)
we at your house, we come to collect
if you coming, then you coming correct
talking sh+t, better get going
snap a p+ssy n+gga like a wishbone, godd+mn
hop in the lamb and i race (race)
all my hundreds, man they blue in the face (face)
smoking dope till i doze off
off+white with the goyard
getting texts from your wifey (yeah)
counting checks like nike (woo)

[pre+chorus: trick mosa]
one b+tch, two b+tch, three b+tch, none
i don’t, f+ck with, anyone

[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye
count off, count off, count off, aye aye

[verse 3: trick mosa]
spent a band, on my louie
flexing like it’s nothing, aye
pour a drop of bacardi
sipping till’ i’m buzzing, aye
run it up, fill my cup
i can’t even function, aye
got your b+tch, on my d+ck
cause you know we f+cking, yeah
c’est la vie
this my sh+t, don’t mind me
push to start, drop the key
who up next? i might be
f+ck you thought? i don’t stop
i keep going, till’ i drop
crash my whip, i might not
see my bands, that’s a lot lot lot

[pre+chorus: trick mosa]
one b+tch, two b+tch, three b+tch, none (d+mn)
i don’t, f+ck with, anyone (yeah)

[chorus: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, aye (skrt)
count off, count off, count off, aye aye

[outro: trick mosa]
count off, count off, count off, yeah

- trick mosa lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS