Records Lyrics Chase Icon & umru
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)
Fak_ bags, fake ***, fake lips
Got him hypnotized by my body on a silv_r screen
Fake teeth, fake ***, real hips
Wet dream, now he’s fiending for my shower scene
Fake bags, fake ***, fake lips
Fake ***, fake teeth, fake ***, real hips
Fake bags, fake ***, fake lips
I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass
*** that Maybelline *** you other *** wear (*** it)
(I don’t sell ass anymore)
I need more, lips in Dior sticking to my blonde hair
(I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass)
I might get my ass done just to match the double D’s
I’ma pull my *** out and tell the surgeon double these
Fake body, real ***, you can’t humble me
Devil is my client now, he 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 *** gonna *** to this
(I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass)
Fake bags, fake ***, fake lips
Fake ***, fake teeth, fake ***, real hips
Fake bags, fake ***, fake lips
Fake ***, fake teeth, fake ***, real hips
I’m that *** that you other *** 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, ***)
I don’t sell ass anymore, ass anymore
I don’t sell ass anymore I sell records
(He’s the best producer that I’ve ever worked with)
I don’t sell ass anymore I sell records
(I don’t sell ass, I don’t sell ass)