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PERFORMING ARTISTS
JoeVille
JoeVille
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ricky Lucas
Ricky Lucas
Songwriter
Horace Brown
Horace Brown
Songwriter
Joshua Irvin
Joshua Irvin
Songwriter
Ricky Joe Lucas III
Ricky Joe Lucas III
Songwriter

Lyrics

[Intro]
(JoeVille)
(Freshco)
[Chorus]
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good, people don't impress me
Shawty, I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good, people don't impress me
Shawty, I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead, uh
[Verse 1]
You know you sexy
Do what you want, they can never impress me
Like a religion, I'm gettin' my blessings
Who out here winnin', I'm countin' and countin'
I counted the dead for sure
Promise I'm gettin' my bread for sure
Used to be dark and I colored my soul
I love my city, my heart in the Rove, crackin' the codes
You sexy, huh, just tell me you sexy, huh
I love when you confident
Sexy, huh, I need me a session, huh
Treat you like a monument
Colored candles from the Bond
You lookin' so good, I'm like, "Damn, you should model"
This is your moment, so drink out the bottle
You could do whatever, 'cause you know
[Chorus]
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good, people don't impress me
Shawty, I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good, people don't impress me
Shawty, I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah (Flo Milli shit, ho), count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead
[Verse 2]
Fuck ****, get rich (Money)
I play hard to get, I ain't chasin' no dick (Ew)
I do what I want 'cause I'm sexy
So it's gon' take a lot to impress me
I know I'm pressure, ****, I'm too heavy (Pressure, ooh)
Bitches ain't got the balls to address me
We can go toe-to-toe, just tell me when you ready
He a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Send him a pic, that **** know I'm sexy
Count up the dead while he givin' me head (Count it up)
I got what I want, now I'm outta there
I'm the baddest he had, so they can't compare
When I pop out, they laugh with me everywhere
[Chorus]
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good, people don't impress me
Shawty, I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead
[Verse 3]
Ain't even reach my peak, you can't defeat my peace
Keep singin' the rest, they singin' my song
I put 'em to rest, they know where I be
I cannot hang with wannabes
I got a palace, come and see
I live on the beach, I got me a lease
They swear that shit nice, but shit can get mean
Babygirl, what it do?
Bring it back one time like you can do
We just need time to rendezvous
Y'all already had time to make a move
Y'all already had time
Love how you move, couldn't hit my line
Gotta get my shine 'cause I'm way too bright
Sexy thing, you one of a kind
Sexy thing, know
[Chorus]
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good, people don't impress me
Shawty, I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah
You can do anything you want when you sexy
Money make me feel good, people don't impress me
Shawty, I'm a god with the stroke, it's a blessing
Count up the dead, what, yeah, count up the dead, what, yeah
Count up the dead
[Outro]
(Freshco)
Written by: Horace Brown, Horace Brown Iii, Joshua Irvin, Ricky Joe Lucas III, Ricky Lucas
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