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lirik lagu dave east - countdown

[intro: dave east]
m~m~mister sold out
you know what it is, baby, loyal gang is the movement
don’t sleep is the mixtape, it’s called countdown, featuring sen city

[verse 1: dave east]
all i talk is what i know, i don’t say what i don’t do (nah)
all we blow is purple smoke, i’m stuck in the courts, can’t make a move
mami, come get comfortable, my bank account too much to move (too much)
we ain’t got enough to grow, it make no sense, i’m chasing you (you)
chasing cake and getting bread, chasing face, i’m getting head (hah)
pay for dates? i’m okay, i’d rather eat your plate instead (ow, ow)
when we done, you make the bed, after that go makе some eggs (eggs)
take that sh~t, i atе the [?], oh my god, i hate the feds (i hate them)
johnny boy, we got a hit, east side talk a lot of sh~t
but i can back it up and reverse it, park it ’cause i got a whip
hit that strip like i got a brick, spit that sh~t like i’m tryna blow (blow)
up all night like i got a kid, can’t spend time ’cause i gotta go (gotta go)
i get money all over the map, four~bag with a blunt in that pack
i’m running that trap, a hunned a sack, i’m dumping the dub
i’m pouring my yak, i’m loving my thugs, they loving me back (yeah)
filling them lungs, i’m sending ’em back, i’m feeling the drugs
i’m finna get smacked, we k!lling the club, my n~ggas is [?]
raw sh~t, on the top floor, pop bottles, we got more
a kay a steak ’cause we got to, since a juvenile been a hot boy (hot)
smoked out so we got more, oz’s by the package
and v.i.p. through d.i.e., they let me in with my ratchet (with my ratchet)
[chorus: dave east]
one for the money, two for the hustlers, three for my bad b~tches
four for the customers, five in my ride, six different chicks
seven grams of kush, eight different whips, nine to get your mind right (don’t sleep!)
ten black louis belts (i’m tryna warn y’all!), i’m looking for your boss, you’s a worker, all you do is help
countdown, bring me some dutch’s, let’s burn an ounce down
think it’s time to get a life, i’m tryna get my n~ggas right (let’s go, sen!)

[verse 2: sen city]
i’m blow the weed, i’m moving vees, she catching feelings but c’est la vie (sen city!)
then he told me how to get it, then he told me how to whip it (ouuu)
i ain’t talking too fast, b~tch, you listen too slow
living the life that i live and i don’t drink no nouveau (sh~t)
i hit the block with hard and k!ll ’em with the 10’s
but i ain’t preaching, but f~ck it, tell these fools again (woooahh)

[chorus: dave east]
one for the money (one!), two for the hustlers, three for my bad b~tches, four for the customers (i see you!)
five in my ride (five!), six different chicks, seven grams of kush, eight different whips (roll up!)
nine to get your mind right, ten black louis belts
i’m looking for your boss, you’s a worker, all you do is help (don’t sleep!)
countdown, bring me some dutch’s, let’s burn an ounce down
think it’s time to get a life, i’m tryna get my n~ggas right

[outro: dave east]
my n~ggas right, hah, tryna get my n~ggas right, tryna get my n~ggas right
don’t sleep, hah, johnny boy

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