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Nigga try tell me bout weight
Nigga is u being forreal
All of these drugs are for sale
Nigga
Its hard for me to ask for help
Aint got no secrets I can tell
I can't put my heart for sale
Im trying to have stuff for sale
What's on the dash it
Yo, apparently not
Yo, apparently not
Yo, apparently not
Tramadol popper, Top-rope Jaw Dropper
Clips-4-Sale chart topper
Scott the Doctor, a.k.a.
buen short
Son los cambios climáticos de este valle señor
Este es el Flaco Fly ERK en el beat directamente de San Felipe ya
Vamos SF dale SF sale SF
reach the climax like Usher
You ain't got to fake the funk
Them other niggas ate yo lunch
But that's just how it go sometimes in the Short
Where even
l'KTM
J'suis carré, j'fais pas de sous sales, mais j'veski l'TDM (ouais, ouais)
On a grandi, c'est fini l'époque de la Wii
Maintenant ça galère la noche,
[GZA]
He's running in a short race, shoelace untied
Head down, facial expression he can't hide
Kid with no direction, seems confused
A victim who
about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like bail
about money
Then it ain't about me
Hella mail from sales
Hella yeah for scales
Come up short
My money jumpin yo ass like bail
but he short
Underprivileged living in the winter
Wore nothing but shorts
Plus I got a cousin who get off
He go dumb but he short
Ooh my bitch booty
switch that flow like snap back
Hit that hoe in my scat pack
Making sales on a iPad, that's my phone don't touch that (Bitch don't touch that)
Opps just
Esto me sale muy nice
That's gonna make me
That's gonna change me
All my life gone short for ladies
She says baby
I say maybe
When I’m lazy
I go crazy
la playa to' apreta'o el puti short
Ese culo, mami, es uno en un millón
Tiene arena adentro 'e la ropa interior
Y se la saco yo, yo
Hace calor
En
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
Why the fuck do they keep making those guns?
Chew compassion save some sons
Why'd you keep buying their guns
Foolish, life's too short for stray
Yooo Yooo
ToriOrTana, Money Slut (Yessuh)
I got on Playboy shorts and Polo boxers
It's like, one in the morning
Getting straight to it like Anotha
sabes
Devuélveme el aliento mami
Por favor que esta herida
Es muy grave
No sales de mis pensamientos
Lo intento y siempre sale mal
Me tiene preso lo que
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
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
having my back
Lost a whole lot but He gave it all back
Coming up short but He picked up slack
Redeeming the broken and using our past
Letting the light
Trailers for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
But two hours of pushing broom buys a eight
Trailer for sale or rent rooms to left fifty cents
No phone no pool no pets I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah but two hours of pushing broom buys
of where u live
This is what it is
Niggas fucking lit
And we gotta make a sale
Don’t make a difference what it is
Drive expensive whips
Niggas round here
him with an F&N like a short text
Fuck a bitch all night, ain't no short sex
Chopper knock a nigga whole house
Off his porch steps
Shot dog so many
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