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  1. Count Bands

Count Bands Lyrics - Singles - Smiles Official

(Chorus) X2 

Fuck nigga I don't wanna be friends 

I just wanna count bands 

I just wanna count bands 

I just wanna count bands 

 

(Verse 1: Smiles Official) 

If I wasn't rappin I would never leave the bando 

So Official bra this bitch lit like a candle 

Camoflauge black tee you could call me Rambo 

On two phones probably talkin' to your main hoe 

Turnt up, just because I gotta show my niggas love 

Streets don't play fear gotta get dat bread up 

I'm wit my nigga Mad Winnin and my nigga Mad Dog and my nigga Mack boy 

know we keep dem things tucked 

Cross over like A.I. 

Ballin bitch I can't say why 

Smoke good I stay high 

Jet blue I stay fly 

I ball hard you sideline 

You on the bench you ride pine 

Nina be my life line 

Liquid Shield and Win Squad 

 

(Chorus) X2 

Fuck nigga I don't wanna be friends 

I just wanna count bands 

I just wanna count bands 

I just wanna count bands 

 

(Verse 2: Mad Winnin) 

I been hustling nigga, getting bands 

I know thats something that you can't stand 

I can tell from the look in your eye 

I'm certified till the day I die 

I hustle hard selling crack pies 

It's going dark before the shit dry 

Young nigga been buck wild 

Don't believe me ask my niggas smiles 

Money to be made in every time zone 

From Cali to Miami i get my grind on 

Hit the club and get my shine on 

These hoes love my diamonds 

Smoking on some stupid strong 

I need somebody just to take me home 

I might need me a fucking crutch 

Cuz reason being I can't stand up 

Me and my niggas stay band up 

20's 50's 100's and the candy truck 

Flow master with the ostrich guts 

Don't break hard cuz the thing tucked 

If ya ass flinch then you out of luck 

Shots out to my niggas from the slow bucks 

Paper cuts from countin bands 

I came up off selling yams