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Pink - Hooker (Bonustrack) - 2003
[Chorus:] You ain't nothing but a hooker Selling your fucking soul You ain't nothing but a hooker Selling your fucking soul
Back up, they want you, I swear You got no worries, you got no cares All you got is motherfuckers who will jerk you Yeah, you got money in your pocket And you shoot up the ground like the rocket You move so fast, lord you can't stop it There you are in the club swinging And I'm just standing there, standing there laughing All the things, people have, you believe in I feel sorry for your ass is out of season Maybe you should think of cutting down trinking 'Cause you look like a fat rat sinking I coulda helped you, but you had to act out You don't have a fucking clue what I'm about
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I saw it coming through the line like a full back You're a crack slack – a fucking 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 nothing Look around honey, you been fronting Everybody knows that you're a fraud! And I'm making records My salutations, no hesitations, No reservations, just cancelation And if I blow it then I blow it 'Cause I'm a poet and I know it
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You wanna try me Don't you know la, la, la... You wanna try me Don't you know la, la, la... You wanna try me Don't you know la, la, la... You wanna try me Don't you know la, la, la...
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