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BAD COUNT Video (MV)




Performed By: Mi.Yayø
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Domiya' Wright




Mi.Yayø - BAD COUNT Lyrics




(Can't tell I'm a slime)
(Can't tell I'm a slime)
(Ice on me baby, Can't tell I'm a slime)
(Ice on me baby you can tell I'm a slime)

One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, three
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, start over
One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, don't be f*cking up the count

He a hood nigga (he a hood ass nigga)
I'm in here with these pots sitting on top of the stove
Why the one time keep passing through this bitch? They think they slick or something? (F*ck em')
I told Cuz' be on yo' toes
Baby, I ain't rapping (baby this ain't rap no)
She seen that nigga pull up with them sticks, like what's happening
Moving like the terrorists, hop on the plane just to jack it
She say she getting bands, I threw some on the floor and told her "match it"
Baby, you my lollipop
I'm tryna' to see a body drop, tryna' see they body flop, gone and air it
This gangsta shit ain't gonna stop, give you all that I got, but I pretend I ain't caring

One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, three
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, start over
One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, don't be f*cking up the count

Real explicit, I'm talking too many digits
I got this drank inside my cup, I wake up like, "what I'm missing?"
My brother slime, he masking down before this social distance
I told the bitch to look me in my eyes and say she meant it
Hanging out this four by four with one arm
And we ain't letting off shots, we break in the building just to blow a bomb
Plus I'm off exotic and that pack got my eyes wide
Hop out the cut, start bussing at the law, they ain't even trying to hide
And shawty can't answer my question, she can't decide, or either got too much pride
And I ain't asking you to stay
Go out like Bonnie and Clyde, baby will you be my Bonnie?

One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, three
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, start over
One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, don't be f*cking up the count
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(Can't tell I'm a slime)
(Can't tell I'm a slime)
(Ice on me baby, Can't tell I'm a slime)
(Ice on me baby you can tell I'm a slime)

One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, three
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, start over
One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, don't be f*cking up the count

He a hood nigga (he a hood ass nigga)
I'm in here with these pots sitting on top of the stove
Why the one time keep passing through this bitch? They think they slick or something? (F*ck em')
I told Cuz' be on yo' toes
Baby, I ain't rapping (baby this ain't rap no)
She seen that nigga pull up with them sticks, like what's happening
Moving like the terrorists, hop on the plane just to jack it
She say she getting bands, I threw some on the floor and told her "match it"
Baby, you my lollipop
I'm tryna' to see a body drop, tryna' see they body flop, gone and air it
This gangsta shit ain't gonna stop, give you all that I got, but I pretend I ain't caring

One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, three
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, start over
One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, don't be f*cking up the count

Real explicit, I'm talking too many digits
I got this drank inside my cup, I wake up like, "what I'm missing?"
My brother slime, he masking down before this social distance
I told the bitch to look me in my eyes and say she meant it
Hanging out this four by four with one arm
And we ain't letting off shots, we break in the building just to blow a bomb
Plus I'm off exotic and that pack got my eyes wide
Hop out the cut, start bussing at the law, they ain't even trying to hide
And shawty can't answer my question, she can't decide, or either got too much pride
And I ain't asking you to stay
Go out like Bonnie and Clyde, baby will you be my Bonnie?

One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, three
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, start over
One, two, three, one
One, two, three, two
One, two, three, don't be f*cking up the count
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Writer: Domiya' Wright
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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