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letra de sellin dat shit - bobby fishscale

sellin dat sh-t lyrics
[intro]
(section 8 just straight cooked this motherf-cker up)

[verse 1]
aye, i done sold that sh-t to my own family
i done let a jug role hard in a grabber leaf
they don’t like it off the stem so they like to sneak and geek
i done let a powder head, snort it straight up off a key
if i didn’t sell that sh-t, i wonder, where the f-ck i be?
i probably be smoking that sh-t ’cause either you sell it or geek
i watch my dog hit that sh-t one time, it took the hustle out that boy
he thought that he was smoking molly, but it was synthetic boy
i choose to sell it, not to smoke it, now i’m out here livin’ large
you got caught with a pistol that is a unbeatable charge
i used to take that dope to school, i used to keep it in my shoe
i used to sell that sh-t to make sure that my whole family had food

[chorus]
aye, some people say i’m wrong for sellin’ that sh-t
but sellin’ that sh-t how i paid my mama rent
some people say i’m wrong for sellin’ that sh-t
but sellin’ that sh-t how i used to feed my jit
[verse 2]
the first pair of j’s i got, b-tch, i bought ’em on my own
b-tch, i bought ’em on my own off of selling crack stones
ain’t no food at the house, i don’t want to go home
it’s too hot off in that b-tch ’cause the lights ain’t on
this b-tch started off trapped out now it’s a pain song
we used to get froze pizza hut pizza from james jones
b-tch, i know this shirt dirty, i’ma still put it on
this that shirt cost a band, you know that’s the one i want
b-tch, my dog brother used to buy him ree’s every week
i was wearing some sh-t that my cousin gave to me
i was wearing size eights, when i was a size three
i was an 18 in the waist, tying up them 33s
i used to hate being poor, but it turned me into a beast
i think i got more dope charges than big meech
left the streets with a nine, came back with a b
me and young go hard like terry & big meech
lotta n-ggas out here ain’t wanna see us eat
they was crabbing with the plug on the clean and the tree
then we got our own plug and then we sold up the streets
my grandma walk so f-cking much she had soles on her feet
every time i drop a flow, i put my soul on the beat (soul on the beat)

[chorus]
some people say i’m wrong for sellin’ that sh-t
but sellin’ that sh-t how i paid my mama rent
some people say i’m wrong for sellin’ that sh-t
but sellin’ that sh-t how i used to feed my jit

- bobby fishscale

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