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And you ain't nothing but a hooker
Selling your fucking soul

And you ain't nothing but a hooker
Selling your fucking soul

Back up
They want you I swear
You got no worries
You got no cares
All you got is motherfuckers who will jock you
Yeah, you got money in your pocket
And you shoot up and ground like a rocket
You move so fast oh you can't stop it
There you are in the club swingin'
And I'm just standin' there standin' there laughin'
All the things people have you believin'
I feel sorry for your ass is out of season

Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin'
Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin'
I coulda help you but you had to act out
You don't have a fucking clue what I'm about


And you ain't nothing but a hooker
Selling your fucking soul

And you ain't nothing but a hooker
Selling your fucking soul

I saw it coming trought the line like a full back
You're a crack, slack - a fucking rap back (yeah)
Don't react, you're not fact
Don't give a fuck, yes, like that
What you gonna do now
That you ain't got nothin'
Look around honey
You been frontin'
Everybody knows that you're a fraud
And I'm makin' records

My salutations, no hesitations
No reservations just cancellations
And if I blow it then I blow it
Cause I'm a poet and I know it


And, you ain't nothing but a hooker
Selling your fucking soul

And, you ain't nothing but a hooker
Selling your fucking soul

You wanna try me
Don't you know la, la, la
You wanna try me
Don't you know la, la, la
You wanna try me
Don't you know la, la, la
You wanna try me
Don't you know la, la, la

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