Rayven Justice
Rayven Justice - These Days songtekst
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These days, these bitches aint sell it these days These days, these bitches aint 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 ungly 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 Diferent money, diferent 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 aint sell it these days These days, I swear, I swear, these bitches aint sell it these days These days I'mma be honest, this bitches ain't sell it Bitch you migth fuck with your partener 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 alwayse 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 realise what you doing These days, I swear, I swear, these bitches aint sell it these days These days, I swear, I swear, these bitches aint sell it these days These days, these days, these days, these days these bitches ain't sell it these days