Lyrics Everything for Sale (feat. Murf) - Murf , Deem

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Everything for sale
Everything for sale
Even your soul
Even these...

The gave you the track
They wrote you the verse
They gave you the hook
They gave you the swag
They gave you a bag
But they want it back
In debt to your ass
Like look at my dab
Ok
They sold you a bag a blanks
You know that it's wack
You selling it back
They got you on stage
Like purchase your trap today
I blow a bag a day
Real niggas never save
Slave
Slave
Slave
Slave
Slave

Everything for sale
Everything for sale
Even your soul
Even these hoes especially them
Especially
Yeah especially
If you got weed
Or you got the coke
Or you got promethezyne
Cause they go anything
They want me to pay to play
But I pray to get them out the way
If I'm giving green
Since they tell me that you can buy anything
Everything
Everything
Everything

Slave
Slave
Slave
Slave
You just want to ride a foreign with the top off
When you give your soul someone knocked off
Really dog for a bad bitch that look average
Dicks all in her mouth
What we call that
Cock sauce
Where I'm from she get popped off
Don't come you can stand it
Ain't no box to box you inside
To teach you how to be managed
Everything you want you can do it
You got a mind just use it
Don't let them play like you stupid
You are clone not Gucci
Bitch my lite like a smoothie
I know what's what
And what is the plot
Man my shit like a movie
Little niggas is selling their souls for gold
Then they look like a goofy
I seen it all
It is not hard to tell
Man this is my life
This is on track
Not just some shit that's for sale
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah

Everything for sale
Everything for sale
Even your soul
Even these hoes especially them
Especially
Yeah especially
If you got weed
Or you got the coke
Or you got promethezyne
Cause they go anything
They want me to pay to play
But I pray to get them out the way
If I'm giving green
Since they tell me that you can buy anything
Everything
Everything
Everything

They selling you lies
They selling you pride
They selling you weave
They selling you thighs
They selling you fries
They selling you bullshit
Yeah they selling dope on the corner
But they selling hope on the pulpit
They selling schemes right on Wall Street
Internet got all the cool shit
They bring it right to your house
They selling pussy on everything
They selling packets of clout