Paroles de These Days de Rayven Justice, G Malone

These days, these bitches ain't sell it these days
These days, these bitches ain't sell it these days
These bitches ain't sell it, whores plain I know you ride it
Stop to pop, they wanna pop up into Jaguar
She wanna set up in your last car
When it was bunge she didn't know
Now you bubble they all wanna blow
Fuck with you whore she wanna show
Money make a ugly niga so cute and so do this weapes
Ain't see they self in it
Know when you own it, and know when you reach it
Different money, different flavour
Thersty bitches with some

No, I put up with this bullshit
Ooh, no, they realise what you doing
These days, I swear, I swear, these bitches ain't sell it these days
These days, I swear, I swear, these bitches ain't sell it these days
These days I'mma be honest, this bitches ain't sell it

Bitch you might fuck with your partner
Make so lot pocket
I will look for love while you're in the club
She might got ass but she never want
This whore own me some groopy shit
That's way always keeing it
I see you got phone face down
I know what that mean
That mean you got other niggas and you don't want me

No, I put up with this bullshit
Ooh, no, they realize what you doing
These days, I swear, I swear, these bitches ain't sell it these days
These days, I swear, I swear, these bitches ain't sell it these days
These days, these days, these days, these days these bitches ain't sell it these days


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