CORRECT LYRICS

Lyrics : Style For Sale

(grab my, grab my, grab my, grab my)
They said that they chops to make a hot plate of food
They say that they chops to make a hot n***a cool
And talking bout money then you talking to me rude
Whipping up that pain it almost whipped up my [?]
Blew me like a flute, [?] me Aquafina too
Body bag, body bag, swear I do the [?]
Rick Owen hockey mask, hole in the stocking cap
Spending all these racks on the clothes, say I got a [?]
Turned Tina, built like Gina, wet like [?]
Ain't no secret, break my back, break a leg
Snap my femur, pocket [?]
b*t*h can't you kill, now they gone to jail
Stop for [?], stop for [?]
I can't reach you, I can't teach you, I got [?] for sale
I can't reach you, I can't teach you, I got [?] for sale
Kill the show and tell, cached a body [?]
f**k tryna save you, tryna save myself