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Текст песни Kane and Abel f Boss Playa, Fiend - Count Your Ones

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[Boss Playa]Uh, bounce uh uhBounce uh uh uhBounce, bounce, bounce, bounce[Hook 1: Boss Playa]Still live but I want shit livaThings hot but I want things hotterI gets high but I like to gets higherForever hustlin` don`t ever wanna retire[Hook 2: Kane & Abel & (Fiend)]All my killers (Bust ya guns, bust ya guns)All my dealers (Count ya ones, count ya ones)All my bitches (Catch that cum, catch that cum)And all my niggas say (We ain`t leavin` till we get some)[Verse 1: Abel]Bitches say my niggas be lowdownIn the game where niggas get broke downSmellin` like a pine, police put me on the groundMama tellin` me to slow downThey wanna put me in the jailhouseHoes wanna give me that good mouthGettin` so high, leanin` to the side, me and my homies smoked outWe real like Ewing, 25 years, 6 months and 7 daysFirst day we get out, got rocks in our mouthCause nothin` pays like crime paysIt`s no excuse, keep rappers real looseAnd I`m slangin` both they sistersTook his wife and ran up in her, even took they mama out to dinnerIn the limo with that babbage, smokin` on some of that good shitHaters all out to try me, I be packin` that thang with two clipsThat`s deuce sick, I like em` thick, brown, yellow, or redboneIf you ever need some dick call Abel on the phone[Hook 1][Hook 2][Verse 2: Kane]Niggas wanna start that bullshit, well go ahead with that fool clipThe way we floss, the way we shine got chu` niggas lookin` stupidWe ruthless, no talkin` bitch let`s do thisMy left and right fists bust lips and you get em` off nigga to thisGettin` paid like we Jewish, gettin` laid like we do flipsPolice raids like we move bricks but we too legit and too quickThis D.A. lookin` foolishWe next in line to shine bitch, bogardin` with that iron shitMy nine`ll leave you spineless, get back or leave you mindlessIt`s Mr. Kane the scientist, next time I do you tryin` thisCause my flow is relentless, that`s why I drive expensiveOn these haters like suspension but try to go against thisYou can`t win or beat inI`m goin` for that neck like a pit in a dog fightThe battle`s not a hype and ya shit sounds alrightI`m not a killer I`m a dealer, get cha` fuckin` mind right[Hook 2][Hook 1][Verse 3: Abel]It`s a shame my niggas be shiesty, in a game where niggas step lightlyHoes don`t like me, niggas wanna fight me, gettin my dick sucked nightlyPo-po wanna know where the dope at, I wanna know where the smoke atIn the car at the store, lookin` for the TrojansTryin` to fuck some hoodratJudge say "Son why you do that", now ya gotta go and do five flatNext time I catch you slangin` crack, I`ma have to send you right backIt`s like that but it`s like this, life in the fast lane die quickNo matter where you from, bust ya guns, when niggas bout that real shit[Hook 2][Hook 1][Hook 2][Hook 1]

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