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Lost My Count Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Critch
Length: 1:54
Written by: Jason Critchlow




Jay Critch - Lost My Count Lyrics
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(Okay, aw, let's do it now)
Ayy, count the
Gotta count the, ayy
Lost my count gotta go and count the, ayy
Lost my count gotta
Ayy

Lost my count, count the guap again
Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again
Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again
Lately, I've been sippin' on that juice but not Tropican'
These niggas pussy, they gon' go and call the cops again (pussy)
Ice up on rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance (ice)
Diamonds kick like soccer fans, brodie said he got a plan
And I'm like I gotcha man (jugg), gotta ride around with that fan
'Cause these streets is hotter, damn

It's crazy how I made it out
Talk Money what the play about
Use to M's in the bank account
Hit his bitch and she stayin' out (hey)
I tell the shooters to spin they circle, when you hangin' out (boom, boom)
These niggas tryna get into the circle, but they stayin' out (30)
She popped a Perc', she faded now (Perky)
She suck me up, I'm layin' down (yeah)
He tried to take what's mine (uh)
Shooters gon' spin and lay him down (boom)
I was talkin' money, but they ain't listen don't know what I said (don't know what I said)
And I'm just me, you niggas be different, they tough on the web (Hood Fav)
Drip in the spot and I watch all these bitches get caught in the web (hey)
I keep it a hunnid and they keep it fifty, it's off with his head
And I'm so high, I'm offa the ledge (offa the ledge)
Pourin' up Wock', I'm offa the meds
Know I'm signed up, like I'm takin' attendance
You niggas broke, so they offer you less (offer you less)

Lost my count, count the guap again (count it)
Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again (Hood Fav)
Baddie in the passenger, tell her, "Give me top again" (neck, neck)
Lately, I've been sippin' on that juice but not Tropican' (Tris)
These niggas pussy, they gon' go and call the cops again (pussy)
Ice up on the rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance (ice)
Diamonds kick like soccer fans (ice), brodie said he got a plan (yeah)
And I'm like I gotcha man (jugg), gotta ride around with that fan (grraow)
'Cause these streets is hotter, damn

It's crazy how I made it out
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(Okay, aw, let's do it now)
Ayy, count the
Gotta count the, ayy
Lost my count gotta go and count the, ayy
Lost my count gotta
Ayy

Lost my count, count the guap again
Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again
Baddie in the passenger, tell her give me top again
Lately, I've been sippin' on that juice but not Tropican'
These niggas pussy, they gon' go and call the cops again (pussy)
Ice up on rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance (ice)
Diamonds kick like soccer fans, brodie said he got a plan
And I'm like I gotcha man (jugg), gotta ride around with that fan
'Cause these streets is hotter, damn

It's crazy how I made it out
Talk Money what the play about
Use to M's in the bank account
Hit his bitch and she stayin' out (hey)
I tell the shooters to spin they circle, when you hangin' out (boom, boom)
These niggas tryna get into the circle, but they stayin' out (30)
She popped a Perc', she faded now (Perky)
She suck me up, I'm layin' down (yeah)
He tried to take what's mine (uh)
Shooters gon' spin and lay him down (boom)
I was talkin' money, but they ain't listen don't know what I said (don't know what I said)
And I'm just me, you niggas be different, they tough on the web (Hood Fav)
Drip in the spot and I watch all these bitches get caught in the web (hey)
I keep it a hunnid and they keep it fifty, it's off with his head
And I'm so high, I'm offa the ledge (offa the ledge)
Pourin' up Wock', I'm offa the meds
Know I'm signed up, like I'm takin' attendance
You niggas broke, so they offer you less (offer you less)

Lost my count, count the guap again (count it)
Yeah, it's Hood Fav in that foreign on that block again (Hood Fav)
Baddie in the passenger, tell her, "Give me top again" (neck, neck)
Lately, I've been sippin' on that juice but not Tropican' (Tris)
These niggas pussy, they gon' go and call the cops again (pussy)
Ice up on the rings and all the chains got the rocks they dance (ice)
Diamonds kick like soccer fans (ice), brodie said he got a plan (yeah)
And I'm like I gotcha man (jugg), gotta ride around with that fan (grraow)
'Cause these streets is hotter, damn

It's crazy how I made it out
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Writer: Jason Critchlow
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