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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
[Chorus]
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
[Chorus]
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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