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Count It Off

Ms. Jade
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Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey The broads think we don't know how to get down Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey The broads think we don't know how to get down Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down You best come on, get that ass swung on When them thangs load on, niggas best hold on Make sure it's sticky so Ricky ain't droppin' mickeys My bitches put self to quickies, their skirts gets the itchy Pimpin' this game quickly, I'm brody and niggas quippy For cats that talk iffy, get swung on like K Griffey They spit willy, though half of these bitches feel me The other half is trash 'cause words could never kill me I got the sickest, ridiculous how I switch shit Look who I'm with, 2-1-5 and Timbaland, bitch Whether it's friend or foe, Heinekens, Verdy, Cris' or Mo' I'm stackin' decimals, stoop steps and best of views I write mine, like mine, now I gotta spark All bite, no bark, play my damn part I get inside you, show you how Philly bitches do Pimp you then I get rid of you, I'll shit on your whole crew Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off I know it's rare, but niggas, they feel me everywhere I'm from the land of white tees, Dickies and Rocawear And wiseguys, fitted caps, doo rags Pop it in, turn it up, bang my shit in they Jags I got them niggas in L.A. crip-walkin' in they Chucks Atlanta, down South 'Bamas, you know they get it crunk Now I'ma float on, roll me somethin' to smoke on You hope I go away, continue to get your hope on Rap game, regardless, I stack change The same effect as the 'caine, it's Jay's, the motherf-in'-a I got it L-O-C-K'd down the freeway BK back up to Philly, won't stop 'til they kill me I get it done, rep chicks see me and run Only mixin' Coke with the rum, ain't scared, niggas be bums You wanna see me beat, fuck up your hooptie Suburbans, Benzes or two-seats, major numbers the first week Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Yeah, it's young Vito, voice of the young people Roc CEO, hot piss for the P.O I'm so trill, on wood panel and handlin' mills Twenty-inch jumpers from standin' on my wheels They can't understand it, goddammit, he's ill Every time I drop, gotta prescribe 'em with panic pills I'm gigantic, the Titanic, but never sinkin' With the band playin', before that happen, that man sprayin' AR-15, Glocks and TECs AKs'll pop, I'll bring you all out the closet, girls Niggas is homos, really, but when they smokin' on coco They get loco, but you know I know the drilly It's for these positions, it's why I keep the biscuits You ain't Tony Soprano, you pussy, sleep with the fishes You know I'm reppin' from that 7-1 Eight shots to your effin' son, class over, lesson's done, oh Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Hey you, blow your whistle Now let me count it off, now let me count it off Now let me count it off Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey The broads think we don't know how to get down Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down Soul sisters, we been going for the okey dokey The broads think we don't know how to get down Get down, get down, get down, get down, get down, get down