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[Chorus]I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife. |
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I might burn like a sinner if they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride. |
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I sell my soul to the devil for a .45, a black cowboy hat, & a switchblade knife. |
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I'ma burn like a sinner when they take my life, but it's a cold day in hell before they take my pride.[Verse 1] |
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I sold my soul to the devil for this mic in my hand, but |
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I ain't ever gonna sell out. |
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A million dollars for my name to expand. |
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Take ya fans & ya brands, & you can go an get the hell out. |
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We really living in a ****ed up time. |
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So many ****ed up minds inspire ****ed up crimes.& they be quick to sell you out at the drop of a dime. |
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Too many coward motha ****as livin life with no spine. |
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We in a bind.[Chorus][Verse 2] |
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My belly ache from these fake little snakes who come & go as they please just to get what they need. |
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They use are name just to get a little fame. |
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Then it's out like a flame. |
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I wanna make these ****as bleed. |
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Like some hooker on the street. |
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Sellin pussy just to eat. |
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Take the money & run. |
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I wanna take out my heat. |
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Pull up on em while they sleeping. |
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Put em six feet deep disrespectin psychopathic put a tag on ya feet, go to sleep.[Chorus][Bridge] |
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You think that |
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I don't see. |
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Ya better take it on down the road. |
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Ya think that they don't see, but everybody ****in knows, watch me unload.[Verse 3] |
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One thing |
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I ain't is a self righteous saint. |
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Too many sins been committed to ever get me acquitted. |
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But it's a fact won't find a knife if ya back cause |
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I put it all on this track, & to this shit |
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I'm committed.& |
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I won't ever leave ya hangin. |
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Always keep that thang swangin like the ****in dope man |
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I'm always stay slangin. |
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Drivebys on these fake perpetrators stay bangin. |
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I'ma always stay the same while the while the world keeps changing.[Chorus] |
