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letra de sex sells part deux - ang p

[verse 1: ang p]
yeah, she was a chick that walked the strip like a natural/ only rollin’ wit’ n-ggas wit’ cash to blow/ likeh-ll nah she ain’t givin’ that -ss for low/ “cuz h-ll nah god ain’t give her that -ss for show/ she a mother of three gotta survive don’t she/ how many people live off lunch meat in this d-mn country?/ no rule books to the game of life/ and it’s a cruel look but everything is right/ when you gotta live you gotta make ends meet/ when you’re single and bringing up fatherless kids/ and so it’s sh-t or get off of the pot/ if you ain’t ‘bout your biz then get off of the block/ anyway, she in the position everyday then she can get that fast cash at a steady rate/ she got the public hooked on the product she be providing/ wanted a shot at bein’ an actress but she never got it/

[hook]
she said take away my pain make me make me feel good/ yeah i heard that s-x sells and i hope they buy the goods/ either way we gotta go and get it every day/ either way we gotta get it each and every way/ (2x)

[verse 2: ang p]
yeah now i ain’t one to judge much but anything that love touch/ love l-st spendin’ dough they ain’t gotta be buzzed much/ so f-ck clubs why them hoes fightin’ to get them crumbs up/ family ain’t eatin’ off of no lunch truck/ now she like you could play all the sports that you want son/ and her daughters get what they want when they want it too/ it ain’t what she wanna do, but it’s what she gotta do/ ‘cuz god made doctors and god made prost-tutes/ bill to pay by monday gotta pay that sh-t some way/ gotta car note then rent mane, we ain’t talking ‘bout chump change/ the same game we all live it’s just a little different/ all on the grind tryna hustle up some gifts for christmas/ she on a solo mission feelin’ like her soul is missin’/ when it comes to getting’ this dough this chick is in pole position/ they say life is what you make it ain’t it/ some go the straight and narrow and some roads are tainted

[hook]

[verse 3: ang p]
i was on the block sippin’ a 40 seen this man in his 40’s/ rollin’ a car 74 piece stylin’ for the shorties/ that’s when i seen that chick that’s from my story/ and i could keep going, but sh-t could get gory/ and you could play connect the dots and we could skip the mournin’/ ‘cuz sh-t got crazy that brisk fall morning/ now them kids are left with nothing, father is good for nothing/ life wit’ a little promise they’ll probably be good at somethin’/ get out the hood or somethin’ but they just another stat now/ parents don’t know how to act then they don’t know how to act now/ sad story to think about, but what you gonna do?/ it’s the world we living in we all go through/

- ang p

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