Lyrics:
today it's partly cloudy no fuck boy in the way didn't use my pistol so It was a good day mind on the money all the bullshit gone never gotta sale my self
Screen name TZale, man my head was enormous
Three sports baggy shorts, got that Kohl's on sale
MySpace for the comments, AIM for the mail
Gen Z, we blazing
vuelvo cursi
Guardando mi mini fusil
Loco Con ese shorh mini uff si
Uff si
Uff si
Me sale en puti shorts
Uff si
Uff si
Te pones babydoll
Uff si uff
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
he the only dude out there rocking some authentic ice
Short money sales still bugging him all the little kids loving him
And hood rats be arguing over
Trailers for sale of rent
Rooms to let 50 cents, now
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Now two hours of shoving broom
But
This heart`s up for sale
Yeah, this heart`s on the stand
Mix and match and melt in my mouth
Nothing ever goes quite as planned
You fly north
Two umbrellas up for sale
Mine will leak it never fails
I dial wrong numbers all the time
And always lose my dime
And with women, naturally
Trailer for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phones no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing brooms buys
an I'll just come over
I keep it 100 so don't try to sale me short
I won't be a hypocrite or tell you to quit
Just know you are better then it
Rehab won't
Trailers for sale or rent, rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets, I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but two hours of pushin' broom buys
time to kick it, taking trips around the city
I got a long term goal with these short trips
We only sale our soul just to get grip
Even though we
culo grande del short se le sale
Blanquita como la coca, la cabeza me tiene loca
Pensando en cómo solita te toca'
Besos en la boca, to' eso me choca
en mi nave, zum zum (zum zum)
Le gusta sentir el golpe
Le gusta Dior (Dior)
El bum que se le sale por los shorts (por los shorts)
Ella baila en sus
the midst of a raging storm
The rage is on, obituary page is long
Life is short, but casket sales are high
No surprise that numbers in the jails are high
before striking.
Do not push, do not shove.
No shorts in the dining room.
Dump no rubbish, my love.
(Don't be a fool, don't be a fool, my love.)
Trailer for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys
his pants are falling down
He looks so fine
In those patent leather shoes
Mr. Jones, you look tired
I believe you'll be alright
Sales men
his pants are falling down
He looks so fine
In those patent leather shoes
Mr. Jones, you look tired
I believe you'll be alright
Sales men
Trailers for sale or rent,
Rooms to let, 50 cents,
No phone, no pool, no pets,
Ain't got no cigarettes, ah but
Two hours of pushing broom
Buys
Cuando yo me pego, tun-tun (tun-tun)
No' fuimo' en mi nave, zum-zum (zum-zum)
Le gusta sentir el torque
Le gusta Dior (Dior)
El bumper se le sale por
Two umbrellas up for sale
Mine will leak it never fails
I dial wrong numbers all the time
And always lose my dime
And with women, naturally
Y'all got bricks on every scale
Ya raps be hella sales
Somehow ya money short like txts
LOL
A fiend died from my phone
That was the last straw
I think
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