LYRIC FOR SALE

By souloe

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if I throw money just be thankful bussit good drop that g string to your ankles in the bed with me
she can not be tranquil deep strokes same time she told me strangle /x2
verse 1
more money then the hairs on your head not just a look she rather stare on instead
all about action never care what is said not a bike but she like riding on a peg
she wetter then all of yall something like a waterfall in it I do an otter call
for money id bother yall she cant keep her distance herbal weed and incense not limber I'm bent less she never against this paid and full and loving it with the D she a slut with it money old dust the shit rose gold wouldn't rust up bitch turned to glass the sandman
skateboard I hit a can can ur car couldn't hold as many hoes but my van can
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verse2
I got a gallon of this drink come girl an taste it I got a pound of this reef and its not no laced shit
we can eat shrooms up soon as the moons up hear the engine of my rarri soon as it zooms up
whos stuntin now see me coming out money I'm about always on a paper route whos in control
priceless is my soul tonight your the goal the whole world I wanna show how I did it how I get it
foreign business all exotic fresh lenin whos done rotted inside edition for a topic come stay with me
yacht on water by the bay with me its a surprise girl wait an see imma show you everything that made me be
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