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Bobby Fishscale - "Sellin Dat Shit"
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bobby Fishscale
Bobby Fishscale
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darryl Thomas
Darryl Thomas
Composer
Rai'Shaun Williams
Rai'Shaun Williams
Composer
Colin Franken
Colin Franken
Composer
Donny Flores
Donny Flores
Composer
Josh Mitchell
Josh Mitchell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Section 8
Section 8
Producer
Frankie Bash
Frankie Bash
Producer
Chris Ulrich
Chris Ulrich
Recording Engineer
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Section eight just straight cooked that motherfucker up Some people say I'm wrong for selling that shit But selling that shit how I paid my mama rent Some people say I'm wrong for selling that shit But selling that shit how I used to feed my jit I done sold that shit to my own family I done let a jug role hard in a Grabba leaf They don't like it off the stem so they like to sneak and geek Let a powder head snort it straight up off a key If I didn't sell that shit I wonder where the fuck I be I probably be smoking that shit cause either you sell it or geek I watch my dog hit that shit one time it took the hustle out that boy He thought that he was smoking molly but it was synthetic boy I used to sell it not to smoke it now I'm out here living large You got caught with a pistol that is a unbeatable charge I used to take that dope to school I used to keep it in my shoe I used to sell that shit to make sure that my whole family had food Some people say I'm wrong for selling that shit But selling that shit how I paid my mama rent Some people say I'm wrong for selling that shit But selling that shit how I used to feed my jit The first pair of J's I got bitch I bought em on my own Bitch I bought em on my own off of selling crack stones Ain't no food at the house I don't want to go home It's too hot off in that bitch cause the lights ain't on This bitch started off trapped out now it's a pain song We used to get froze Pizza Hut pizza from James Jones Bitch I know this shirt dirty Imma still put it on This that shirt cost a band you know that's the one I want Bitch my dog brother used to buy him ree's every week I was wearing some shit that my cousin gave to me I was wearing size eights when I was a size three I was a 18 in the waist tying up them 33s I used to hate being poor but it turned me into a beast I think I got more dope charges than Big Meech Left the streets with a nine came back with a B Me and Young go hard like Terry & Big Meech Lotta niggas out here ain't wanna see us eat They was crabbing with the plug on the clean and the tree Then we got our own plug and then we sold up the streets My grandma walk so fucking much she had soles on her feet Every time I drop a flow I put my soul on the beat Some people say I'm wrong for selling that shit But selling that shit how I paid my mama rent Some people say I'm wrong for selling that shit But selling that shit how I used to feed my jit
Writer(s): Donny Flores, Colin Franken, Joshua Mckenzie Mitchell, Darryl Thomas, Rai Shaun Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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