Count it Lyrics – Lyte
Singer: Lyte
Title: Count it
I Count every blessing I count every dollar
I call you my gee then most def you my brother
Building a team that can be rich forever
Stepped in the scene fore even knew my lover
Where you from doesn’t even matter
Get on the grind ,fam built like we the carter
Part of the clan , pull up for you whenever
Don’t care if it’s far ,family thighs wherever
6:am boys in the track
Giving you hits from back to back
These team there’s none to match
Indeed it’s ride or die
A fiend so blood I cry
Everything is yours and mine
We proud our flag we fly
That’s an opp we slide and crash
I’m proud we came this far , the bar ,cigar
In ‘em streets , we buy our pride,belaire ,cigars
You my gee is blood for life these Benz , these cars
If an opp come cross your path , we clash , we gas
Started off at 16 ,now the boys turn into men
Saw us up on the tv , now these hoes trying to blend
Now they see things so peachy ,deep holes they tying to mend
Souls so white like the Nike soles no need for you to cleanse ,jigga
I count every blessing I count every dollar
I call you my gee then most def you my brother
Building a team that can be rich forever
Stepped in the scene fore even knew my lover
Where you from doesn’t even matter
Get on the grind ,fam built like we the carter
Part of the clan , pull up for you whenever
Don’t care if it’s far ,family thighs wherever
I count every blessing I count every dollar
I call you my gee then most def you my brother
Building a team that can be rich forever
Stepped in the scene fore even knew my lover
Where you from it doesn’t even matter
Get on the grind ,fam built like we the carter
Part of the clan , pull up for you whenever
Don’t care if it’s far ,family thighs wherever
Ace of spade on the table
Doing this with no label
In the studio yh I’m able
Never sober never stable
I’m the plug not the cable
Can keep up in the stables
In the war we on the front lines suffered a lot but we don’t cry
Bottles and models
Em n#gg#s in trouble
We tried to save you but no
You jiggas ain’t family
You just want the remedy
Savage melody fosho
Of course these jiggas are greedy
Better you know that I mean it
Secof I got the girls peeping
Bottles are coming you peeping
Mix up and start leaning
Get the rag and start cleaning
Your girl in our zone
Forget your calls , she ain’t coming home
She in here breaking here bones
She gave the word that she alone
She got a job offer to blow
We got the bottles and models
She blow it up see the bubbles
She suck it up so it’s thoughtful
That we in the right state of mind
We in the right state of mind
Oh lord and we fine
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