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September 08, 2008
Lyric by: Matthew
$ Grubbin' Whore
I'm a money grubbin' whore.
Her 6-6-6 jobs ain't cuttin' the mustard.
Sh' feelin' flustered,
And just one piece of the custard pie ain't feed that high.
But she try -- suspendin' disbelief.
Oh she try -- makin' out like a master thief,
An' she get what she get never what she lookin' for.
She's a money grubbin' whore.
She want more. Give her more.
She's a money grubbin' whore.
She want more. Give her more.
She's a money grubbin' whore.
He's so afraid that he's a failure --
Got a tailor made suit, 2.2 kids, one wife and half a life.
But he try in a '5 point oh' platinum ride.
Oh he try -- Gotta piece a pussy on the side,
An' he get what he get but he never can get no more.
He's a money grubbin' whore.
He want more. Give him more.
He's a money grubbin' whore.
He want more. Give him more.
He's a money grubbin' whore.
My 6-6-6 gigs ain't cuttin' the mustard.
It's lost its lustre,
And one more piece of the custard pie just passed me by.
But I try -- bought into master plan.
Oh I try -- sold my soul to Mr. Record Man,
An' I get what I get but I'll never be nothin' but poor.
I'm a money grubbin' whore.
I want more. Give me more.
I'm a money grubbin' whore.
I want more. Give me more.
I'm a money grubbin' whore.
I want more. Give me more...
Copyright: Matthew Wilson, 2008. From the forthcoming album tentatively titled "G[o]od". Lyrics subject to change.
Posted by i220 at September 8, 2008 07:46 AM