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Still Sellin Video (MV)




Performed By: TyFlyy
Language: English
Length: 1:52
Written by: Tyshawn Seymour
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TyFlyy - Still Sellin Lyrics
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SRT, he might cop the Lambo
Jailbreak, 220
These niggas don't wanna know
Still sellin
No, still sellin
Still sellin
He still sellin
Still sellin
She still sellin
Still sellin
They still sellin
Foreign shooter, and he came with a 'ooter
Red bitch, and she came from Bermuda
Ambidextrous nigga countin up Mula
Teach you how to do it, turn to a tutor
Too much money, baby, tryna thumb thru it
Got a new scope, shoot you from hell
Long distance nigga, you gotta hunt
Sixty miles away, them shells goin' through him
Sixty miles away, my niggas gon' do it
On your roof, my niggas, they snoopin
Right hand, counting up fluently
Left hand, I'm mixin' the fluid
Still sellin
Still sellin
Still sellin
Stop twerkin, baby, what the f*ck is you doin
I'm tryna count, and you f*ckin' my huh
I'm tryna count, and you stoppin' my movement
The chop go Waka Flocka, okay, let's do it
I'm in the cat, it's swervin' and movin
Movin' bows, you feel like you Luda
Pigeon-toed, she workin' at Hooters
Niggas spin, just like DJ Clue
Niggas spin, just like DJ Clue did
I got revenge, and I ain't wanna do it
I'm punchin' that gas, I'm makin' it move
You get what you give, my nigga, it's true
SRT, he might cop the Lambo
Jailbreak, 220
These niggas don't wanna know
Still sellin
No, still sellin
Still sellin
He still sellin
Still sellin
She still sellin
Still sellin
They still sellin
Still
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English

SRT, he might cop the Lambo
Jailbreak, 220
These niggas don't wanna know
Still sellin
No, still sellin
Still sellin
He still sellin
Still sellin
She still sellin
Still sellin
They still sellin
Foreign shooter, and he came with a 'ooter
Red bitch, and she came from Bermuda
Ambidextrous nigga countin up Mula
Teach you how to do it, turn to a tutor
Too much money, baby, tryna thumb thru it
Got a new scope, shoot you from hell
Long distance nigga, you gotta hunt
Sixty miles away, them shells goin' through him
Sixty miles away, my niggas gon' do it
On your roof, my niggas, they snoopin
Right hand, counting up fluently
Left hand, I'm mixin' the fluid
Still sellin
Still sellin
Still sellin
Stop twerkin, baby, what the f*ck is you doin
I'm tryna count, and you f*ckin' my huh
I'm tryna count, and you stoppin' my movement
The chop go Waka Flocka, okay, let's do it
I'm in the cat, it's swervin' and movin
Movin' bows, you feel like you Luda
Pigeon-toed, she workin' at Hooters
Niggas spin, just like DJ Clue
Niggas spin, just like DJ Clue did
I got revenge, and I ain't wanna do it
I'm punchin' that gas, I'm makin' it move
You get what you give, my nigga, it's true
SRT, he might cop the Lambo
Jailbreak, 220
These niggas don't wanna know
Still sellin
No, still sellin
Still sellin
He still sellin
Still sellin
She still sellin
Still sellin
They still sellin
Still
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Writer: Tyshawn Seymour
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