Count Up Bluez

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FROM SNIPPET When I count up blues, it make me forget about you When I count up blues, it just get me up in my mood Just feel like the right mood, I ain't stressin' over you Fill my cup with a deuce then I count up them blues Then I, clean up my lil tool In case gotta buss his ass, leave his brains in the grass Drive fast, ain't catchin' my ass (oh) Them boys pulled up inside, you know we outside Hell nah we don't hide, no excuses you know what I ride Why you don't blow your fye Cause you ain't ready to die (I'm so double R Bird Business) I got a Glock wit' a button Do your ass in public it's nothing, better know how I'm coming In the TSA line they don't see my pint, up in my luggage Nigga must be blind, I'm still finna fly, baby I'm coming In a Maybach truck just jumpin' These niggas never be on my level, they all bummy Put him in the ground, give him a shovel, send him to the dungeon Fuck you Ima cross that hammer, bust his pockets Twelve hundred on some Maison Margelias, know how I'm comin' [?] niggas still rock Goodfellas, white tee on me I'm above y'all, I don't see no comp, no opponent I don't fuck with niggas, my circle smaller than an exponent
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- Summrs