Counting On Love
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(Simo Fre just killed this)
(Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
I just throw it back like, "Baby, hold up"
Hold my cup, I roll this gas
Let me throw some money on it
I love the way you shake your ass
All these bitches just money, ho
But you was there before the bag
Doped up with that pistol on me
Just ride for me, that's all I ask
Pull up to the driveway
I text you, "Come outside, bae"
I gotta leave at ten but I'ma beat that cat in nine ways
Eight times, I tried to love, seven times, I got played
Six times, start doin' drugs, been asleep in five days
Boof off this dope, thinkin' 'bout my chick
On the interstate, I'm catchin' plays ridin' with that stick
She want me to stay safe but playin' safe will get you hit
She say, "Daddy, you the G.O.A.T
Don't let 'em trick you out your shit"
I gotta move strategic, can't leave my shawty 'cause she need me
My heart beatin', I pray to God you never leave me
I'll take you to the promise land, fuck them hoes, they all fans
Them niggas wan' count me out but you gon' always count me in
Let the Glocks talk, never respond, that shit just common sense
Know I get shit tucked, tell 'em, "Free Joc K," I'm the murder man
Niggas be all this shit cold, you niggas fold, it be your own man
I hate to sleep alone when you not home, need you to hold my hand
I just throw it back like, "Baby, hold up"
Hold my cup, I roll this gas
Let me throw some money on it
I love the way you shake your ass
All these bitches just money, ho
But you was there before the bag
Doped up with that pistol on me
Just ride for me, that's all I ask
Pull up to the driveway
I text you, "Come outside, bae"
I gotta leave at ten but I'ma beat that cat in nine ways
Eight times, I tried to love, seven times, I got played
Six times, start doin' drugs, been asleep in five days
Boof off this dope, thinkin' 'bout my chick
On the interstate, I'm catchin' plays ridin' with that stick
She want me to stay safe but playin' safe will get you hit
She say, "Daddy, you the G.O.A.T
Don't let 'em trick you out your shit"
I gotta move strategic, can't leave my shawty 'cause she need me
My heart beatin', I pray to God you never leave me
I'll take you to the promise land, fuck them hoes, they all fans
Them niggas wan' count me out but you gon' always count me in
Know I get shit tucked, tell 'em, "Free Joc K," I'm the murder man
Know I get shit tucked, tell 'em, "Free Joc K," I'm the murder man
(Simo Fre just killed this)