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Big Time Rush Count On You

you could take it back How could yo all be so mean to Whitey Seems to me like you are all on crack! Tonight Whitey was counting on this town To show

for your own clothes, fly on your own trips You a big girl, you buy your own shit Supply your own smoke, you like your own zip No leasing yours, you like

tell us what you think One two three Grand Puba's on the count Rhyming gets me papes in very large amount Brother you're wrong, if you think crime pays

got the biggest heart Every time i come back to the east bay i run into "big L" My old friend Big L he's not doing so well Me and Big L grew up across

a pistol and this you You a student fuckin' with a principal Rollin' like ten at a time Begin love revolves around a thin line Go against this send mine Lace you chase you

the money, gotta get it and go And if you ain't spending money, then you out the do' No time for the games, try stay on my toes So if you asking that

Dont hesitate When you go BIG TIME! (Rush!) What cha you want what cha you feel Never quit make it real When you roll BIG TIME! (Rush!) Hey! Hey! Listen to you

dealing too long Its real count ya friends when you on My pen is visual I'm real, men are miserable I feel the tension growing You hold a grudge, a

same color as your latte i tell em vamonos, thas rapido, you need some mota? you gon call gorilla zoe you can get the coca if you got tha get-it-green