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't
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't
'cause he knows he has to
In '84 he'll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam-Master
We're live as can be but we're not singin'
'cause he knows he has to
In '84 he'll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam-Master
We're live as can be but we're not singin'
Paris Washington is an established real estate agent in Houston, TX. He shares the Details of his unique journey in becoming a real estate guru
Knock em in their face if they dedicate closer
A Cuban massive man (Spanish)
With real attack touch straight, from the ghetto
Walk for a twenty all
got enough 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
practicin', master your flow
You might as well, turn in your mic
And start collectin' dollars at the turnpike
'Cause the rhymes you kick, need to be fixed
the boss but a who are the master?
Life set a pace, every thing's much faster
Need to slow down and pray, forgive them
Two steps away from a real disaster
have you caught up in the rapture
Executive decisions from the
Motherfucking puppet masters
You are the puppet, I pull your string
I'm makin' moves
I'm
the man when I started
I will be the man when I die
Man these hoes, take your money (money)
And I take their virginity
I'm high, I split an O in half, now
You run away from everything that you fear
So afraid don't wanna be a part of it
You see the fake in every thing that is real
You hate the paradox
Dive into the realm of real estate prosperity with 'The Millionaire Real Estate cgent' by Gary Keller. In this dynamic guide, Keller distills
ape shit, retardedly stupid
I put that weed in an uh and pass it
Yep that's ally oopin, okay
Oh, that's your girl
Well I don't give a master two
Contagious, something like a virus of love
Making the pleasure seem real
Another killing by the villain
Another body on the ground
Here comes the master
deal in the base
So you'd only feel real when concealing the Mace
Not now, wow, you made a great choice
This'll be a good home, I think you gotta
"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
As the real heroes died
And their ideas supplied
To a fat little magpie
With money in his eyes
They bowed and they scraped
As opinions he shaped
Now
He wears her leather just to satisfy
She really throws it around
There ain't one thing she can't afford to buy
She's the richest bitch in town
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
It's a big estate with wrought iron gates
And palm trees standin' tall
And fancy mirrors
And chandeliers
And comfort wall to wall
with the master, I'm awakened above
I wish in the bedrooms the sheets were all torn
I wish that the flowers would only grow thorns
The lord
I'm tryn' go Divinci
But I can't even master peace, I'm stressed for real
I've been on the ugly corner all my damn life, every day a tragedy
vote with the white collar (slave)
The Thirteenth Amendment says that slavery's abolished (shit)
Look at all these slave masters
Let it sink in
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