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If money is the evil root Let the smokers shine the coupes Rich bitches that love the boost I'm just here to find the truth If kilograms is the proof I done sold the golden goose I got 'em baby I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss We sip ace out the flutes Chanel scarves out the roofs If I never sold dope for you Then you're ninety-five percent of who? How forsaken are the rules I done paid for all of yous If first fourty-eights the clue Your jail cell was made for two AMGs on auto cruise The wrist's singin', auto tune The dope game destroyed my youth Now Kim Jones Dior my suits If money is the evil root Let the smokers shine the coupes Rich bitches that love the boost I'm just here to find the truth Letras de cancionesIf kilograms is the proof I done sold the golden goose I got 'em baby I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss Coca leaf and potpourris Chains over Le Coq Sportif Don't brag bricks to me If they ain't tell ya to bring your skis My Patek, hers petite The triple play we eat Phillipe's Bird feather's dun made me chief Whatever happened to black Marquise Might buy your bitch a Jeep I can make you lose your sleep You millionaires on just tv Now make it make sense to me If money is the evil root Let the smokers shine the coupes Rich bitches that love the boost I'm just here to find the truth If kilograms is the proof I done sold the golden goose I got 'em baby I'm Jim Perdue Cocaine's Dr. Seuss From Letras Mania