Hot whips somethin cold on my feet
Who substituted for this weed
Wait, don't they sell the terrorist's guns?
Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons
Cash and hell rell. zeek doin' 3, he even fell, hell
If u asked for the price for my soul its not for sell
Nothin sweet when i attend, see
//who sell drugs to feed their family
If you don't know, maybach is the clique
Nigga tryna sell give him a week
Open up your contacts then scroll
Sell my soul, price of coal
I keep my money neat
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep
And chords, hordes sell in fact cheap
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