Lyrics:
all through ever trusting anyone
The only thing I can count on now is my fingers
I was a fool believing in you and now you are gone
all through ever trusting anyone
The only thing I can count on now is my fingers
I was a fool believing in you and now you are gone
Yeah
That shit slapping right?
Welcome to that real Hip-Hop shit
Waxie
Count it on my fingers
But I only did it one time
(For the one time)
Don't
the ring you loved so well
Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold
Sit there and count your fingers, what can you do
Old girl,
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit
the twitter beef you can catch me in the streets
Making moves fuck the heat
My fingers don’t know how to beef
My fingers only count the cash up
Broke pussies
the ring you loved so well
Now the young world has grown old, gone are the silver and gold
Sit there and count your fingers, what can you do
Old girl,
high
Cross my heart (Count, count count, count it)
And hope to die (Count, count count, count it)
With my slice (Count, count, count, count it)
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit
knew)
Only ones that I trust, count on my fingers, only got a few (a few)
You been the one I can count on I gift you designer, the least I could do (aye)
Speed it up and get it back
Make it count where it at
Leave it up every time
Can you handle it? Can you handle it?
Baby, don't make me
Count
the rings you loved so well
Now the young world has grown old
Gone is the silver and gold
Sit there, and count your fingers
What can you do?
Old girl
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit
Sit there, and count your fingers
What can you do? Old girl you're through
Sit there, and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue
the ring you loved so well
Now the young world has grown old
Gone are the silver and gold
Sit there and count your fingers what can you do
Old girl,
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Sit there, count your little fingers
Unhappy little girl blue.
Sit
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count. (Yeah muthafuckaaaa!)
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count.
Body Count, Body Count
fam friends
It's not many of them i can count it on my fingers
Nigga i only fuck with them
It's a gang its brother its a hood
If you touch one of us I'm
trusting anyone
The only thing I can count
On now is my fingers
I was a fool believing you
And now you are gone
sit there and count your fingers, what can you do,
Old girl, you?re through.
Just sit there and count your little fingers, unhappy little
girl
I loved so well
Now the young world has grown old
Gone are the tinsle and gold
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do?
Oh girl
Sit there and count your fingers
What can you do
Old girl you're through
Just sit there and count your little fingers
Unlucky little girl blue.
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