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Hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul hey, you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul back up, they want you i swear you got no worries, you got no cares all you got is motherf***ers who will jock you yea, you got money in your pocket and you shoot off the ground like a rocket you move so fast, lord you can't stop it there you are, in the club swinging and i'm just standing there, standing there laughing all the things people have you believing i feel sorry for your a** is out of season maybe you should think of cutting down drinking cos you look like a fat brat sinking i coulda helped you but you had to act out you dont have a f***ing clue what i'm about and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul i saw it coming through the line like a fullback you're a crack slack, a f***ing rat pack Letras de cancionesyou don't react, your not backed don't give a f***, yes like that what you gonna do now that you ain't got nothing look around, honey, you've been fronting everybody knows that you're a fraud and i'm making a record all salutations, no hesitations no reservations, just cancelations and if i blow it, then i blow it cos i'm a poet and i know it and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul and you ain't nothin but a hooker, selling your f***ing soul you wanna try me you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah you wanna try me you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah you wanna try me you know, you know, you know, you know, yeah you wanna try me From Letras Mania