Представляем точный текст композиции "Count Your Ones" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Kane & Abel . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Count Your Ones» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Kane & Abel передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Kane & Abel - "Count Your Ones"
Lyrics to Count Your Ones : (feat. Boss Playa, Fiend) [Boss Playa] Uh, bounce uh uh Bounce uh uh uh Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce [Hook 1: Boss Playa] Still live but I want shit liva Things hot but I want things hotter I gets high but I like to gets higher Forever hustlin dont 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 aint leavin till we get some) [Verse 1: Abel] Bitches say my niggas be lowdown In the game where niggas get broke down Smellin like a pine, police put me on the ground Mama tellin me to slow down They wanna put me in the jailhouse Hoes wanna give me that good mouth Gettin so high, leanin to the side, me and my homies smoked out We real like Ewing, 25 years, 6 months and 7 days First day we get out, got rocks in our mouth Cause nothin pays like crime pays Its no excuse, keep rappers real loose And Im slangin both they sisters Took his wife and ran up in her, even took they mama out to dinner In the limo with that babbage, smokin on some of that good shit Haters all out to try me, I be packin that thang with two clips Thats deuce sick, I like em thick, brown, yellow, or redbone If 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 clip The way we floss, the way we shine got chu niggas lookin stupid We ruthless, no talkin bitch lets do this My left and right fists bust lips and you get em off nigga to this Gettin paid like we Jewish, gettin laid like we do flips Police raids like we move bricks but we too legit and too quick This D.A. lookin foolish We next in line to shine bitch, bogardin with that iron shit My ninell leave you spineless, get back or leave you mindless Its Mr. Kane the scientist, next time I do you tryin this Cause my flow is relentless, thats why I drive expensive On these haters like suspension but try to go against this You cant win or beat in Im goin for that neck like a pit in a dog fight The battles not a hype and ya shit sounds alright Im not a killer Im a dealer, get cha fuckin mind right [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Verse 3: Abel] Its a shame my niggas be shiesty, in a game where niggas step lightly Hoes dont like me, niggas wanna fight me, gettin my dick sucked nightly Po-po wanna know where the dope at, I wanna know where the smoke at In the car at the store, lookin for the Trojans Tryin to fuck some hoodrat Judge say "Son why you do that", now ya gotta go and do five flat Next time I catch you slangin crack, Ima have to send you right back Its like that but its like this, life in the fast lane die quick No matter where you from, bust ya guns, when niggas bout that real shit [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [Hook 2] [Hook 1] [ Count Your Ones Lyrics ]
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