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letra de count the dough - sk3whooa

[intro]
yeah, ah
yeah, yeah
2 am fallin’, hah

[chorus]
everywhere i go, i count the dough
hitting the cash flow, i can never go low (uh)
everywhere i f-cking go, i’m above the snow
everybody don’t know ’bout my low blows (yeah)
remember when she left me for that lame loser? (uh-huh)
now she wants to theft me, i’m that lame loser (yeah, yeah)
but sorry, not sorry, b-tch, my name is tom cruiser
i ain’t trusting your love again, pick a different user (ugh)
[verse 1]
i’m tired of being used, it’s boring (uh)
but it tеlls me that i’m really something (uh)
and not a mеaning that means nothing
but they leave me on my own, stuttering
they taking such an advantage, i’m muttering
they took my whole heart like lumbering
but i took my heart of wood back, now they’re all stumbling (yeah)
london town, late night shopping
my drip needs refreshing, make it forever lasting
and no playboy but these hoes bunny hopping
for my greens but f-ck em’ all, i’m just gonna’ go blasting (uh)
i don’t care on what you really think of my soul (uh-huh)
i’m getting myself a moncler that’s f-cking cold
yeah, you’ll feel it under your blanket, that’s told
and you can’t really tank it, that’s too much cash to fold (boy)
i remember you saying i wouldn’t be here
well, i’m not even suppose to be here (oh-oh)
but i ball like lebron, dunking like the cavaliers
now i’m shining like riri, no chandeliers

[chorus]
everywhere i go, i count the dough
hitting the cash flow, i can never go low (uh)
everywhere i f-cking go, i’m above the snow
everybody don’t know ’bout my low blows (yeah)
remember when she left me for that lame loser? (uh-huh)
now she wants to theft me, i’m that lame loser (yeah, yeah)
but sorry, not sorry, b-tch, my name is tom cruiser
i ain’t trusting your love again, pick a different user (ugh)
[verse 2]
i said find a different f-cking user
your love wasn’t the one, mrs. abuser
shoot yo’ mans down too, he’s a loser
his love is so drunk, he’s just a broozer
chopper clean him up like a hoover
take a midnight trip through the groover
then give him the world like i was juicer
just writing my rights like i was martin luther (uh)
tell me, do you really care? (yeah)
about me, tell me, are you beware? (yeah)
that my life has gone so better since you weren’t there? (uh)
now i’m getting it together, facing my fears
battling the lonely nights, no more tears
you treated me wrong, i ain’t allowing that here
and i hope you f-cking know, breaking your ears

- sk3whooa

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