Search results for 'pocket rat'

the back seat
I got some cheese in my pockets that's what the rats eat
You never cared till I blew up tell me how that seems
We got a lot going on baby girl

can't fuck with
No little rats
Pockets full
Like overfat
I just know I love to attack
I can't go and do those games
I was never into tick for tack

I know

else ? Something else?
“Something else? What am I talking about?
We have changed our pocket for rats with costumes.
Something else?

They are so elegants

Bedbugs and rats in my pockets I do keep
I AM THE ONE
Who will drag you into madness
So stay awake, 'cuz the Likho doesn't sleep
STAY AWAKE – Likho doesn't

pockets. Rat Hoes love me
Game was neck and neck
Until we took over in 3.
Oh you wasn't listening?
Bitch I'm HIM
With this bag shit,
Probably touch 100+

refugee uh
20 keys yeh mi want 20 keys
All a my pockets look like cemeteries
All dese rats wah try fi take my cheddar cheese
All dese rats wah try fi take

a strap
Forgis on the map Don't tell me how to act
Tummy on a bean In a Telly with hood rats
Pocket full of sacks No fifth ave
She Pop it and throw that

where the gas man?
Chase that ho down, Pac-Man
He for the cheese, he look like a rat man
My pockets on green, pack man
I drop the top, that shit is no cap

a lifeline to your cloud
Slip into my pocket, I won't rat you out
I'll take you to places where they sing their hearts out thundering joy
I'm loving

charging you extra
Yeah, big racks, all in my pocket
Nigga rat, then we gotta pop him
Hit him 3 times, he wont even need a doctor
He dying on sight
I dont

Angelic Wars

Goodie Mob

Set It Off [Original Soundtrack Clean]

1996

I used to steal from my folks 
But now I'm straight 
Went through the neighborhood rat's pockets books 
Ooh 
You missin' somethin' of value 
We

Goliath

James Brown

Triple Feature

2009

He's got the hi-tech, the OPEC
And the Cold War

Maceo, wind it up
Maceo, hit 'em where it hurts
In the pocket, yeah
The fat rat
The fat rat

put two K on double zero, shit it Fuckin' hit
Up thirty-six (times two)
You know that I'm fuckin' gonna leave real quick, got the stacks, pockets fat

pockets get fatter, every day
Rat racing, no, I don't play
Don't care what they wanna say
I'm moving my way, and getting my pay
When I'm on the spot your

No Heart

Metro Boomin

Savage Mode

2016

these niggas some rats
Pockets full of cheese, bitch, I got racks
I'm a real street nigga, bitch
I am not one of these niggas bangin' on wax
Pussy

stick up blocks and my pockets greased
Rats in a trap with a slice of cheese
I'll sign whatever but no pictures please
You fake gangbangin' you promoting

brothers don't fall for they traps
Do your own thing never share no info with no rats
Make sure my pockets straight I'm always tryna chase some racks
If you

Act' (Act')
Real nigga, I don't know, no rats
Pockets, Big Mac, double cheese
Take a bitch on a shoppin' spree
Got a duffle bag and it's LV
She got

make sure
You get it
Keep pockets obsessed
These rats gotta stop it
Can't let em get cheese
They wouldn't get blessings
From the loudest sneeze
All

on wagers
Don't like your behaviour
So get out the lasers
Not always bout muscle
In love with the hustle
Cash come from the trees so my pockets they rustle

here
Throw your hands in the air

White Boy: Yeah…
Brat prophet
Black gothic
Slash comic
Rats jockin
Fat pockets
Mad hoppin
Crack poppin
Stacks droppin

Stunting Ain't Nuthin

Gucci Mane

Mr. Davis

2017

the money walk down Hollywood
Leave my name on Hollywood nigga (Uncle Jxmmi)
Your pockets lookin' brittle (what)
You a rat Stuart Little (get away form me,

this shit escalate
Playing wit my gang we’ll catch a body like ace
Ima big dawg You a lil rat
Pocket like Abdula Nigga ima do them
Pull up in the 2

escape so door is lock
Switch the socket now it's dark, check his pockets he a rat
Take his money it's a wrap, sock his jaw it's a nap.

Who's that no face