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Komponiste
Presteerders

Lirieke: P!nk. Hooker.

Chorus: (x2)

And you ain't nothin' but a hooker

Sellin' your fuckin' soul



Back up! They want you, I swear

You got no worries, you got no cares

All you got is motherfuckers who will jock you

Yeah, you got money in your pocket

And you shoot up the ground like a rocket

You move so fast, lord you can't stop it

There you are in the club swingin'

And I'm just standin' there, standin' there laughin'

All the things people have you believin'

I feel sorry for your ass is out of season

Maybe you should think of cuttin' down drinkin'

Cause you look like a fat rat sinkin'

I coulda helped you, but you had to act out

You don't have a fuckin' clue what I'm about



Chorus (x2)



I saw it comin' through the line like a full back

You're a crack slack, a fuckin' rap back (yeah)

Don't react, you're not fact

Don't give a fuck, yes, like that

What you gonna do now that you ain't got nothin'

Look around honey, you been frontin'

Everybody knows that you're a fraud! (And I'm making records!)

My salutations, no hesitations

No reservation, just cancellation

And if I blow it then I blow it

Cause I'm a poet and I know it



Chorus (x2)



[Repeat until fade]

You wanna try me

Don't you know-
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