Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Sellin, artist - Spose. Date of issue: 19.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Sellin |
| Yeah, that’s right |
| Everything must go |
| We’ll sell the cash register too |
| That’ll be about, five hunnid dollars, G |
| 'til 2030 I’ll be watchin' every Celtics game, reppin' for the state of Maine |
| Gettin' bucks, puttin' «fuck» in front of every rapper’s name |
| (Peter—Peter) Yeah, back up in the place again |
| I spit the shit that put the billionaires in concentration camps |
| (That's too far, Spizzy) Make your brain think and your neck nod |
| The chef sends the champagne when I’m in his restaurant |
| They assumed I would’ve met my doom but they guessed wrong |
| Fifty thousand streams a month, my fiftieth best song |
| I piqued the curiosity of neighbors and back |
| Twenty thousand on my yard, no loan, just paper from rap |
| Fans give me paper plus the and dabs |
| They wanna see the don cheech but I don’t play for the Mavs |
| Local dad who got every other vocalist mad |
| Wrote this album in an hour without smokin' a drag |
| Yeah, selfish on my new shit, Speezus takin' the wheel |
| Makin' a deal while these liars act like fakin' is real |
| (Are you) Serious? |
| You’re not like me |
| You’re not fuckin' with Spose and Mike Be |
| Brethren go together like lemons and iced tea |
| Go together like McDonald’s Sprite and Hi-C (Hi-C) |
| Yeah, oh, you thought we weren’t sellin'? |
| Just like |
| Yo, we about to serve you motherfuckers |
| Strollin' 'round the venue with a pristine laminate, sixteens glamorous |
| My pockets lookin' like I smuggled Big G’s sandwiches (Whoa) |
| I could never wrap it up, I got too much to get |
| I could never wrap it up, that’s how I got so many kids |
| Genuflect from Michelangelo Be |
| My man naked, lighting candles, findin' samples to freak |
| His hands gon' make an example when he handle the beat |
| Another night, another candle, 'nother trophy for my mantle |
| Peace, that’s all I want |
| Plus the politicians wiped out and the White House gone |
| Plus a zillion in the bank with electric in the tank |
| With eclectic colored skanks, hey Alexa, say my name |
| When no one is around you, do you really love you? |
| Do you let the devil in the door and let her come through? |
| Do you take a step back and see what this shit has come to? |
| You’re your only hope so, bro, don’t place no one above you |
| It’s just the chronicles of shit that I saw |
| Still sellin' periodicals I spit from my jaw |
| In my time on this planet when nobody gave a damn it |
| I’m just tryna understand it 'fore I’m layin' like mechanic |
| Sellin'! |
| Waterville |
| We never left the shop |
| Sellin' |