Slim Dunkin - Countdown lyrics

(Chorus) One Two n***a** Coming For You Three Four Betta Tuck Yo Ho Five Six Betta Cuff Yo b**h Seven Eight Now The Whole Click Straight (Da Kid) I gotta thing for Red b**hess and toungue rings Im everywhere like fingerprints on a touchscreen Yeah n***a all about the bread Sunbeam A.M. Bicksquad merging into one team Dunkin hit me up for this bad b**hes number Then he told me her name n***a i already f**ed her And He did to Willie Martin Bad Boys As far as status im outter space like an Astroid Now giving head it may be right or it may be wrong But it cant be wrong felacio is her favorite song Its like a bag of b**h when ever the sun shine Thats why I send Em the same text at the same time Wait Wait now street you aint He to gay like B2k Please you say in French is Cee Voo Play it me Ok Horray Whoever stole my micro phone you can have it I get it right back as a right off for my taxes (Chorus) One Two Dunk Coming For You Three Four Betta tuck Yo Ho Five Six Imma TakeYo Bricks Seven Eight Now The Whole Click Straight (Slim Dunkin) Summer time in the Ac When the ACG Spring Imma bling like money aint a thing 6'8 standing tall in the fall mma ball Come up in this b**h i want it all Really I dont give a f** Swag make the Chickens Puck Kid say im arrogant put my picture on the truck Japenese sushi my b**h kinda bushi A lil grey goosey make er get loosey Dont make send Diago to yo Padre Shawty swing my way woolio my Capadre Time to share this money go shawty wish i could Cant keep a b**h roll model tiger woods Catch me in the hood like the lil engine that could Only thing You getting free is dick and can goods Young fly flashing n***a gotta respect it Label aint talkin mills than i gotta regect it (Chorus) One Two n***as Coming For You Three Four Betta Tuck Yo Ho Five Six Imma TakeYo b**h Seven Eight Betta Stay Awake (S.K.) Im On Some New sh** Son I Do This Real Muthaf**as Who I Move With Hey You Shawty Over There With Them Loose Lips Come Put This Wood In Yo Muuth Like A Toothpick She A Pop Off And These n***as Been Cuffin Run A Train On This Beat Me Kid Slim Dunkin My n***a Spittles Eight Straght Peel Ya Face Man You So Soft You Shoulda Been Born With A Pillow Case I Got So Many Bars I Spit Jails Im So Sick My Fans Send Cards Saying Get Well Staight The f** Up You Know Im From The Streets Boy You Now The Deal Do No Not A Freak Toy And I Am In Yo Ear LIke A Blue Tooth Yeah ItsMe Im Outta Space Imma Guru Get The f** Out The Way Whil I Take A Doo-Doo sh**ten On Da GAme You Bithches Now The Name (Chorus) One Two n***as Coming For You Three Four Betta Lock Yo Do Five Six Imma TakeYo b**h Seven Eight Betta Stay Awake