Zelooperz - Style For Sale lyrics

[Zelooperz - Style For Sale lyrics]

Gremlin, Gremlin, Gremlin

They said that they chops to make
A hot plate of food
They say that they chops to make a
Hot nigga cool
Ain't talking bout money then you
Talking to me rude
Whipping up that paint  it almost
Whipped up my
Blew me like a flute, me Aquafina too
Body bag, body bag, swag through the roof
Rick Owen hockey mask
Hole in the stocking cap
Spending all these racks on the clothes
Say I got a bag
Turned Tina, built like Gina, wet like FEMA
Ain't no secret, break my back, break a leg
Snap my femur, pocket
Bitch can't you kill, now they going to jail
Style for sale, style for sale


I can't reach you, I can't teach you
I got paint for sale
I can't reach you, I can't teach you
I got style for sale
Kill the show and tell, cached a body
Fuck tryna save you, tryna save myself

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