Lyrics:
that’s what she said to me
Green and cheap wine, the perfect recipe
Green and cheap wine, the perfect recipe
Buzzer phone, pocket size
Wrist work,
why I'm tryna work my way around the hands of time
Lately, I've been thinking I need peace of mind
Pocket size I think about increasing mine
Tryna work
fast|won't last a day but it might last a half|it can be spherical folded at the seams|a pocket size miracle made of neoprene|or you can go foam if you're more
else prays for indiscretion
Now you’re hanging around as a pocket size sales disaster
It says “drop dead if you don’t have the inheritance to be proud”
Got pockets the size of my problems
Scopes and beams yeah we got 'em
I'm walking around like a mobster
Sticking this dick in her jaws yeah
These
dan-ga-roos
Why, they've just got to keep them pocket-size
Even though, to detract, Spring is more like a habit
Not withstanding, the fact is they endulge
dan-ga-roos
Why, they've just got to keep them pocket-size
Even though, to detract, spring is more like a habit
Not withstanding, the fact is they endulge
dan-ga-roos
Why, they've just got to keep them pocket-size
Even though, to detract, Spring is more like a habit
Not withstanding, the fact is they endulge
dan-ga-roos
Why, they've just got to keep them pocket-size
Even though, to detract, Spring is more like a habit
Not withstanding, the fact is they endulge
dan-ga-roos
Why, they've just got to keep them pocket-size
Even though, to detract, Spring is more like a habit
Not withstanding, the fact is they endulge
cat, we attack
Where they at?
I got a pocket full of drugs
And I'm ready to roll
I got the pocket size nine
And it's ready to blow
You get your choice
pocket
The Size of bank accounts
cnd ion really know how to count
My losses
Laa I know how to Win
I'm too official like the President
Winner
Yea
Daddy Fat Stacks, check my pocket size
And if you wanna try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through your
Daddy Fat Stacks, check my pocket size
And if you wanna try it, c'mon and try it
You don't want beef, I'll put you on a diet
I'm comin' through your
the pirates press record pon fe dem pocket size cassettes
The MCs that chat slack fret till dem armpit wet with sweat
Because they know that slackness is
the pirates press record pon fe dem pocket size cassettes
The MCs that chat slack fret till dem armpit wet with sweat
Because they know that slackness is
think he can whoop me nigga whole style chump
[RD]Tightest new releases
[RAM]Pocket size increases
[SS]Jesus , Flipmode blow the spot to pieces
CHORUS
that with the middle finger
I'm tryin to turn my grass greener
And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment
[ chorus ]
cat, we attack
Where it at?
I got a pocket full of drugs
And I'm ready to roll
I got the pocket size nine
And it's ready to blow
You get your choice
leave
With yellow photos - pocket-size
Revealing mobility, your psychedelic eye
Spontaneous and violent but private to the mind
With nowhere left
where their God is pocket-size
I wanna feel what's real and will not compromise
This rage I blaze inside me into the empty sky out there
When I feel that
blocks
And I get a lotta chop
Bitch, my pockets the size of Chop
I'ma let it bang like Chop
Let a nigga try to rob me
'Cause I get a lotta chop
My necklace
my pocket-size
pistols
Breakin' em my 7
If the shit ain't skanless, you'll never read my Mafia mind
Soldiers killin' anybody tryin' to pull his
it.
We're searching the pockets out.
It's for recreation.
Just recreation.
It's under the parachutes.
It's new recreation.
Death in a pocket size
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