Selling My Soul
I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho
All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more
Show you things i know you really never seen before
Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor
Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store
Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more
She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior
Ima hit one time then i leave it alone
When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes
Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose
Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul
Swear im so high off these drugs, I cant be fallin in love
Yeah i be throwin them ones, yeah she gone pick that shit up
Poppin my shit cause i ran that shit up
Lil bitch stop all talkin i just wanna fuck
I might need an accountant im countin it up
And that bitch like a fountain she suckin me up
Tryin to tell all these niggas that i really dont give no fucks
I cant be cuddled up, chasin this money i gotta go get it
You know that's a must, high as fuck in this club
All of these niggas be lame they not fuckin wit us
And i might hit yo bitch cause she fuckin wit us
Bitch you know what it is and you know what it was
Bitch i just want the top im not showin no love
I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho
All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more
Show you things i know you really never seen before
Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor
Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store
Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more
She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior
Ima hit one time then i leave it alone
When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes
Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose
Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul
I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho
All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more
Show you things i know you really never seen before
Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor
Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store
Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more
She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior
Ima hit one time then i leave it alone
When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes
Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose
Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul
All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more
Show you things i know you really never seen before
Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor
Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store
Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more
She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior
Ima hit one time then i leave it alone
When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes
Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose
Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul
Swear im so high off these drugs, I cant be fallin in love
Yeah i be throwin them ones, yeah she gone pick that shit up
Poppin my shit cause i ran that shit up
Lil bitch stop all talkin i just wanna fuck
I might need an accountant im countin it up
And that bitch like a fountain she suckin me up
Tryin to tell all these niggas that i really dont give no fucks
I cant be cuddled up, chasin this money i gotta go get it
You know that's a must, high as fuck in this club
All of these niggas be lame they not fuckin wit us
And i might hit yo bitch cause she fuckin wit us
Bitch you know what it is and you know what it was
Bitch i just want the top im not showin no love
I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho
All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more
Show you things i know you really never seen before
Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor
Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store
Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more
She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior
Ima hit one time then i leave it alone
When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes
Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose
Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul
I been feenin' for ya love i need some help fasho
All my brothers gotta eat i swear we need some more
Show you things i know you really never seen before
Im so high yeah off the ground i cannot see the floor
Suckin me up she a whore and the shit that im rockin cant get at the store
Ima hit it then girl we not talkin no more
She want fendi the prada the gucci, dior
Ima hit one time then i leave it alone
When she see me walk in she gone take off her clothes
Had to cut that boy off cause he play wit his nose
Ima run up a check im not sellin my soul
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Writer(s): Juug Jay
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