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nick shea - delivery truck lyrics

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i’m making shoe box money because my clients good tippers
bought a drum machine the clerk thought i was a stripper
making new discoveries, like “what the f+ck is this for?”
if i was a fish, i’d count clams with my flippers
wishing on a dipper that she’d throw it back graciously
never mind that old style, the future’s amazing me
every category a to z, i play to keep
i’m the greatest mc to say the least, ce la vie
that’s what all the people say, lacing up these cleats
run around the diamond, make a million in a week
top play, get thе nosebleeds hopping out they seats
i’ma frеak, need a girl who gonna gobble on my feet
let the dogs breathe, we sliving baby, yeah you could hate me
it’s been a long time since they called me lazy
lately my skin been reminiscent of gold
when i die, my life will be the greatest story ever told
i got that sharpie coin, permanently paid
sharp dressed human with an alien brain
i’m so out of this world, they see me floating like a satellite
back to earth cuz she making salmon at her house tonight
just for me, served with rice how i like
call me number seven, then she blow it like the dices
and i ain’t scared to kiss it, let me swallow some the juice
so delicious, i’m just enjoying the labor of your fruits
so s+xual, so mystical
so good, when you leave they be missing you
so hot, i’m on fire
my clothes stay clean, i just put ‘em in the drier
i go through cycles, and that’s the only constant
never mind my old style, my future’s full of flossing
i’ma boss up, yeah you know it’s going down
my shoe box just gained forty five pounds
talking lbs, weight
make a lot of money every single day
talking lbs, weight
my pockets on phat, that’s with a ph



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