I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, (Chase Icon)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass (Zane Lowe's world record)
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Got him hypnotized by my body on the silver screen
Fake teeth, fake titties, real hips
Wet dream, now he's fiending by my shower scene
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Fake bitch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
Fuck that Maybelline shit you other bitches wear (fuck it)
(I don't sell ass anymore)
I need more, lips in Dior sticking to my blonde hair (blonde hair)
(I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass)
I might get my ass done, just to match them double D's
I'ma pull my titties out and tell the surgeon, "Double these"
Fake body, real bitch, you can't humble me
Devil is my client now, you don't wanna fumble me
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
Sign your name in blood, seal it with a kiss
(I don't sell ass anymore)
All my big titty bad bitches gonna fuck to this
(I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass)
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Fake bitch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips
Fake bags, fake boobs, fake lips
Fake bitch, fake teeth, fake titties, real hips
I'm that bitch that you others bitches think you are
(I don't sell ass anymore)
Touching up my Mac in a bureaucrat's foreign car
(I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass)
There was once a time, there was nothing that I wouldn't sell
I would smuggle bricks down the border in my bombshell
Cartier, and my toes painted eggshell
Never broke an NDA, baby I would never tell (shh)
I don't sell ass anymore, ass anymore
Ass, ass, ass, ass anymore (Chase Icon)
I don't sell ass anymore, ass anymore
I don't sell ass (like the bank, bitch)
Chase don't sell ass anymore, ass anymore
Ass, ass, ass, ass anymore
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
(He's the best producer, who I've ever worked with)
I don't sell ass anymore, I sell records
I don't sell ass, I don't sell ass
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