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Kane & Abel - Count Your Ones Lyrics

  • f/ Boss Playa, Fiend
  • [Boss Playa]
  • Uh, bounce uh uh
  • Bounce uh uh uh
  • Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce
  • [Hook 1: Boss Playa]
  • Still live but I want shit liva
  • Things hot but I want things hotter
  • I gets high but I like to gets higher
  • Forever hustlin' don't ever wanna retire
  • [Hook 2: Kane & Abel & (Fiend)]
  • All my killers (Bust ya guns, bust ya guns)
  • All my dealers (Count ya ones, count ya ones)
  • All my *****es (Catch that cum, catch that cum)
  • And all my niggas say (We ain't leavin' till we get some)
  • [Verse 1: Abel]
  • *****es say my niggas be lowdown
  • In the game where niggas get broke down
  • Smellin' like a pine, police put me on the ground
  • Mama tellin' me to slow down
  • They wanna put me in the jailhouse
  • Hoes wanna give me that good mouth
  • Gettin' so high, leanin' to the side, me and my homies smoked out
  • We real like Ewing, 25 years, 6 months and 7 days
  • First day we get out, got rocks in our mouth
  • Cause nothin' pays like crime pays
  • It's no excuse, keep rappers real loose
  • And I'm slangin' both they sisters
  • Took his wife and ran up in her, even took they mama out to dinner
  • In the limo with that babbage, smokin' on some of that good shit
  • Haters all out to try me, I be packin' that thang with two clips
  • That's deuce sick, I like em' thick, brown, yellow, or redbone
  • If you ever need some dick call Abel on the phone
  • [Hook 1]
  • [Hook 2]
  • [Verse 2: Kane]
  • Niggas wanna start that bullshit, well go ahead with that fool clip
  • The way we floss, the way we shine got chu' niggas lookin' stupid
  • We ruthless, no talkin' ***** let's do this
  • My left and right fists bust lips and you get em' off nigga to this
  • Gettin' paid like we Jewish, gettin' laid like we do flips
  • Police raids like we move bricks but we too legit and too quick
  • This D.A. lookin' foolish
  • We next in line to shine *****, bogardin' with that iron shit
  • My nine'll leave you spineless, get back or leave you mindless
  • It's Mr. Kane the scientist, next time I do you tryin' this
  • Cause my flow is relentless, that's why I drive expensive
  • On these haters like suspension but try to go against this
  • You can't win or beat in
  • I'm goin' for that neck like a pit in a dog fight
  • The battle's not a hype and ya shit sounds alright
  • I'm not a killer I'm a dealer, get cha' *****in' mind right
  • [Hook 2]
  • [Hook 1]
  • [Verse 3: Abel]
  • It's a shame my niggas be shiesty, in a game where niggas step lightly
  • Hoes don't like me, niggas wanna fight me, gettin my dick sucked nightly
  • Po-po wanna know where the dope at, I wanna know where the smoke at
  • In the car at the store, lookin' for the Trojans
  • Tryin' to ***** some hoodrat
  • Judge say "Son why you do that", now ya gotta go and do five flat
  • Next time I catch you slangin' crack, I'ma have to send you right back
  • It's like that but it's like this, life in the fast lane die quick
  • No matter where you from, bust ya guns, when niggas bout that real shit
  • [Hook 2]
  • [Hook 1]
  • [Hook 2]
  • [Hook 1]

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