Sum Kid - The Countdown (OST Saints Row 3) | Текст песни

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• The Countdown (OST Saints Row 3)

Five for the fingers that I wrap around cash
Four for the ladies,
Three times for the swag
Two what I throw when I'm telling ya’ll "deuce"
Cuz I'm loose, no time for the one time
Five for the fingers that I wrap around cash
Four for the ladies,
Three times for the swag
Two see the whip and go hard in the ride
Eyes peeled for them boyz and the one-time

I got the cold water step
Got a flow in my limp
I got the killer instinct of a boa constrict

There’s a million boys rhyming who don’t know how to spit
I keep it all one hundred like Olympians sprint
I’m hip, I get, in the party on strength
I got a lot of chicks who hotter than wasabi and grits
They try to get away shred my paper and split
We own the night and all the rights to the script

Based on a true story
Guts, blood, glory
That’s why my true soldiers got love for me
In the trenches, in the streets
In the office, on they job, in the club

Or behind bars on the yard going hard
In the paint through the hardship and pain
Regardless I’mma rep for all yall in the game

Cuz the clock ticking fast
Lost time ain’t found
Now or never, bruh
It’s the countdown

Five for the fingers that I wrap around cash
Four for the ladies,
Three times for the swag
Two what I throw when I'm telling ya’ll "deuce"
Cuz I'm loose, no time for the one time
Five for the fingers that I wrap around cash
Four for the ladies,
Three times for the swag
Two see the whip and go hard in the ride
Eyes peeled for them boyz and the one-time

Light em up, light em up light em up
The city mine at night it ain’t looking bright enough
Pent house view from the bed with a dime
Who look like Eartha Kitt might’ve did in her prime
She got her old bird’s hips her old man’s eyes
Her grandmama’s wits, and her Tee Rhonda's thighs
Ice in the glass, clinks off on the side
Night cap poise while the wind blow inside

Playing in the roll like a kite when you fly it
She a masterpiece and I’m reclining, flying
Life so funny when you sit back and analyze
Some cats call shots, most pantomime
Luck of the draw
Who gon’ stay alive
Strategize all you want, bruh
You ain’t got a plan in line
That can't fall to dust on the ground
So you gotta live now shawty, it's the countdown

Five for the fingers that I wrap around cash
Four for the ladies,
Three times for the swag
Two what I throw when I'm telling ya’ll "deuce"
Cuz I'm loose, no time for the one time
Five for the fingers that I wrap around cash
Four for the ladies,
Three times for the swag
Two see the whip and go hard in the ride
Eyes peeled for them boyz and the one-time

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