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I grew up in some hand me down clotheshow quickly i grew out of those My mother's as broke as it goesI'm not the wealthiest man, I supposeAnd I'm thinking that it just don't taste quite right ten bucks for a coca-cola seems pretty overpriced And I'm tired of my bedless nights but I'm trying to make it all right And so I'm Spending money on carsSpending money on clothes Spending money on cereal Spending money on hoesSo we take money from churches Taking money for crackWe take money from charities and we won't give it backNo we won't give it backI'll admit I'm a good looking man with a stolen revolver in hand I'll hop in the get away vanLetras de cancionesnow my life working just as I plannedAnd I'm thinking that my drink tastes just right with my rum & coca-cola and ladies on the side And I don't have no sleepless nights Cuz this improved life is all right Because I'm Spending money on carsSpending money on clothes Spending money on cereal Spending money on hoesSo we take money from churches Taking money for crackWe take money from charities and we won't give it backNo we won't give it back I won't throw it away my hard earned money for youAnd we won't give it back. From Letras Mania