Lyrics:
ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
Yeah, roaches come in but they don
ducats to shell out
Well I'm in front, and yo I feel great
Check out the story to the glory of the real estate
Yeah, roaches come in but they don
a nice voice
You have a new scene and it feels reals fresh
'Cause the rappers over here don't ever say def
Brown-stove coal lady, opposite arrest
We
heart is bleeding
You don't want to hear the news
She packed her bags
And with a Wyoming County Real Estate man
She went down to Tampa
In
heart is bleeding
You don't want to hear the news
She packed her bags
And with a Wyoming County Real Estate man
She went down to Tampa
In
"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner
"Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together"
"I've got some real estate here in my bag"
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner
agent
With an office on the shore
I own the real estate agent
And I don't need no other people
nobody but me
I don't own stock in no stock exchange
I don't hold claim to no real estate
But I'm not living my life in vain
Because I've got
of the world
Gonna give it all we got
Oh, I know you wanna touch
I got to have a little taste
I don't wanna sink my teeth in that fine piece of real
Everybody works in real estate
Everybody works in real estate
Everybody works in real estate
Everybody works in real estate
There's a new grocery
of the world
Gonna give it all we got
Oh, I know you wanna touch
I got to have a little taste
I don't wanna sink my teeth in that fine piece of real
But you gotta love me
Well I'm sorry but I'm not
Interested in gold mines,
Oil wells, shipping or real estate
What would I liked to have been?
can say
But you gotta love me
Well I'm sorry but I'm not
Interested in gold mines,
Oil wells, shipping or real estate
What would I liked to have
Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner's pies
nobody but me
I don't own stock in no stock exchange
I don't hold claim to no real estate
But I'm not living my life in vain
Because I've got
Crucial timing when you're
Starting to play
And the brutal winding means
A long gong
Tempted to see the flowers
Right away
But real estate don
hate
Don't forget that's the power of the fourth estate.
And a tall string of words keep me tied to the chair
Where before I was blistfully unaware
A war's being waged and the world's just a stage (in this city)
The real estate's prime, the number plates rhyme (liquidity)
Wear a gun and be proud,
I don't invest in stocks, I don't invest in bonds
Who needs real estate when I got you?
You're my platinum blonde with your spandex on
My pot
401K, make sure it's low risk
Then get some real estate (how much?), four point two percent
Thirty year mortgage, that's important, that's a great deal
up the 9th for fortune or fame
10th floor for investment and real estate
Recouping the redies before it's tool late
11th floor the penthouse
the lake
Real estate is an investment, house is in the A
Try to block me from my blessin', get shot in the face
With a .40 Smith & Wesson, I'm a fool with
I don't want no, want no knockoff
Want that real shit, real authentic
I don't want no, want no fake love
Want that real shit, real authentic
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