Sel by IsaiahThe3rd Lyrics
Fresh off the shelf
Made it herself
Wake up to sales
Selling like Sel
Money aroma, don’t need diplomas, Perfect like Cell
Shawty got culture, moving like Bulma, CC Chanel
It’s 3k a dinner, I don’t spend a penny
I love her for her, don’t care bout incentives
When in her city, a Uber X get me
Out in the hills, business with Jenner’s
At every show, she play the back
I roll a wood, watch her relax
Only the goods, never on smack
She gave me leathers I’m feeling like Jax
When we together she put on a mask
Jameson neat, shaking her ass
We do it raw like Sasha Banks
She get a cut for washing the cash
Shawty a rider till I wave the flag
I keep the Walther inside of her bag
I’m still a bach won’t hide it like Dad
They call me Vash, stabbed in the back
Fresh off the shelf
Made it herself
Wake up to sales
Selling like Sel
Money aroma, don’t need diplomas, Perfect like Cell
Shawty got culture, moving like Bulma, CC Chanel
She a designer, god is her rival
What she put out belongs in a bible
I’m not that good, I’m not that bad
Always been sus when dealing with titles
I just know no one gon love her like I do
I just know she really hate being lied to
How to describe being inside you?
Power like Jin watch it divide you
Baby girl prideful, she take a mile
Smashing like Nigel, I need her wild
Tinikinis while chilling in Como
High profile more of her style
Just like the liquor my women in 20s
Only like brown inside of their belly’s
Love when I touch her I do it like Neji
I keep em waiting cuz I’m Urameshi
Made it herself
Wake up to sales
Selling like Sel
Money aroma, don’t need diplomas, Perfect like Cell
Shawty got culture, moving like Bulma, CC Chanel
It’s 3k a dinner, I don’t spend a penny
I love her for her, don’t care bout incentives
When in her city, a Uber X get me
Out in the hills, business with Jenner’s
At every show, she play the back
I roll a wood, watch her relax
Only the goods, never on smack
She gave me leathers I’m feeling like Jax
When we together she put on a mask
Jameson neat, shaking her ass
We do it raw like Sasha Banks
She get a cut for washing the cash
Shawty a rider till I wave the flag
I keep the Walther inside of her bag
I’m still a bach won’t hide it like Dad
They call me Vash, stabbed in the back
Fresh off the shelf
Made it herself
Wake up to sales
Selling like Sel
Money aroma, don’t need diplomas, Perfect like Cell
Shawty got culture, moving like Bulma, CC Chanel
She a designer, god is her rival
What she put out belongs in a bible
I’m not that good, I’m not that bad
Always been sus when dealing with titles
I just know no one gon love her like I do
I just know she really hate being lied to
How to describe being inside you?
Power like Jin watch it divide you
Baby girl prideful, she take a mile
Smashing like Nigel, I need her wild
Tinikinis while chilling in Como
High profile more of her style
Just like the liquor my women in 20s
Only like brown inside of their belly’s
Love when I touch her I do it like Neji
I keep em waiting cuz I’m Urameshi