20 lyrics for "Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah"
Oh yeah, everybody grab a cold beer Pop it open, raise it up in the air Bump cans with your neighbor, yeah Here's to good ole boys and country girls everywhere Livin' loud, rockin' out to the sound of our favorite songs Y'all sing along, this night ain't
PlayI'm on 'em beans for the real, I'm on the lean for real I'm on the beans for the real, I'm on the lean for real Nickelodeon way I got that slime Run it up, yeah, yeah Count it up, yeah, yeah, yeah Indigo, yeah, Indigo, yeah, yeah That bag loaded, yeah,
PlayWanna get it jacked up yeah Let's crank it on up yeah With a little bit of luck I can find me a girl with a truck yeah We can love it on up yeah 'Til the sun comes up yeah And if you think this life I love is a little too country If you like it up loud
PlayYeah, the game I finessed it, yeah (ooh) I count up the blessings (count the blessings) The diamonds is precious (shine) Ain't having no pressure (no) I bought the plain Philipe, they said I was being too extra (plain) I brought the gang with me, killed
PlayRun up them racks I'm doin' it Run up them racks I'm doin' it, nigga If Young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you Countin' hunnits, yeah nigga Diamonds froze, chill nigga I went platinum independent then I signed my deal, nigga Young nigga, 17, all
PlayNothing can stop Uh huh, oh yeah From the bells of St Mary To the Count of Monte Cristo The sins of Memphisto Sally used to play with her hula hoops Now she tells her problems to therapy groups Grampa's on the front lawn staring at a rake Wondering if
PlayHey, yeah! I want all you proud sisters to stand up I want everybody to stand up and be counted tonight Brothers and Sisters if you know you got your thing together I want you to stand on up, now I got somethin' to tell ya' I told ya' how to think about
PlayI don't wanna die too young, too young, too young Counting bands, hallelujah, 'lujah, 'lujah I've been grindin' way too long, too long, too long I don't wanna die too young Yeah, too young, yeah, too young Came up, don't know, I just keep going with the
PlayYeah, mama built a saint (saint, yeah!) Yeah, countin' up the O's, I thank (thank, alright!) Yeah, lookin' at the O's I drank (aw, it's lit!) You can't see that on the road, I blank Murda on the beat so it's not nice What I bought (what you buy?) I'm
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