Sell it All

Sell it baby  Sell it all
Sell everything that world wants

All u need is, trick to sell
Dig the greed n ring the bell
THAT'S SOLD

Every moment desires grow
U need this that n more
Let ur emotions do the role
And the products do rock n roll

U may not have the thing that's asked
No need to worry, work on jugaad
Get it anywhere from moon or mars
But Sell it baby, Sell it all.

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