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trisalyx - count your losses Lyrics



trisalyx - count your losses Lyrics
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You bring packs in
We bring the hoes in
Purple in my potion
Shoot Demar Derozan
Oh my wrist so frozen
We not on the same thing
Gotta restart my focus
Gucci in 06
No you dont make no sense
Oh you speakin nonsense
Bad ho she like 5'6
Her emotions everywhere like oh it make me nauseous
Oh I'm boutta vomit
Shoot you like a comet
I got niggas on yo head just like a bonnet
Oh that nigga rockin shows I might just bomb it
Hop up in that moshpit
I just made some profit
Rick Owen my closet
Made a lil deposit
And nothing in life is promised
I shoot like the Rockets
I just stand on my money like Giannis
I just want you to be honest
Bad ho she so bossy
I shoot paparazzi
You not in my posse
I might Randy Moss him
And you better count yo losses
And you better count yo losses
Better count yo losses
Better count yo losses
Better count yo losses
Need two for a dollar
I get hella guala
Know I'm finna ball out
Oh she gimme scholar
He tryna get me mad
Not even gon bother
I feel on yo body
My girl she so naughty
I get rich just like I'm Roddy
Kick her out I learned karate
Send him to the lobby
I pull out that shotty
She give mess so sloppy
Vision it so foggy
Send him to the doctor
I'm gon flex I boss up
Told you count yo losses
Im gon shoot sumn like I'm John Wick
Yea I told you count yo losses
Yea I told you count yo losses, told you count yo losses
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English

You bring packs in
We bring the hoes in
Purple in my potion
Shoot Demar Derozan
Oh my wrist so frozen
We not on the same thing
Gotta restart my focus
Gucci in 06
No you dont make no sense
Oh you speakin nonsense
Bad ho she like 5'6
Her emotions everywhere like oh it make me nauseous
Oh I'm boutta vomit
Shoot you like a comet
I got niggas on yo head just like a bonnet
Oh that nigga rockin shows I might just bomb it
Hop up in that moshpit
I just made some profit
Rick Owen my closet
Made a lil deposit
And nothing in life is promised
I shoot like the Rockets
I just stand on my money like Giannis
I just want you to be honest
Bad ho she so bossy
I shoot paparazzi
You not in my posse
I might Randy Moss him
And you better count yo losses
And you better count yo losses
Better count yo losses
Better count yo losses
Better count yo losses
Need two for a dollar
I get hella guala
Know I'm finna ball out
Oh she gimme scholar
He tryna get me mad
Not even gon bother
I feel on yo body
My girl she so naughty
I get rich just like I'm Roddy
Kick her out I learned karate
Send him to the lobby
I pull out that shotty
She give mess so sloppy
Vision it so foggy
Send him to the doctor
I'm gon flex I boss up
Told you count yo losses
Im gon shoot sumn like I'm John Wick
Yea I told you count yo losses
Yea I told you count yo losses, told you count yo losses
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Writer: Tristan Hawkins
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Language: English
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