Lyrics:
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Say it again? Oh
Don't make me hit you with my pocketbook
Check this out here
Looking at my body
I
I love it when her face is all scrunched up
Little Sissy Pocketbook, fucked up
She drinks from the bottle, she drinks from the cup
Little Sissy
Look-a-here
Huh
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Come on
Yeah
Come on
Ya like to have money
In your pocketbook
That's alright
Ya gotta
Calamari ordered octopus
Lit bitch thick like doctor books
Pop out wit a pistol and perfume
Down in her pocketbook
Ordered duck at papadeaux
Her life
pocketbook,
Get another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter, mama
Try me on for size
Open up your pocketbook,
Get another quarter out,
Drop it in the meter,
ain't shhh
Pocketbook ain't shhh
You talk that shhh
But girl you ain't shhh
Your momma ain't shhh, your daddy ain't shhh
You talkin' shit girl, your
I was a wild and reckless hobo left my girl and home
Started out on a western trip all by myself alone
My pocketbook was empty my heart was filled
Intro
Hey
1verb Gangverb and Dizzle SCANTANA
HOOK:
All of mi nigga dem a money mecca
Nuff a dem a choppa some a dem a tekka Gyal dem pocketbook it
pocketbook
Giving you away like motel matches
I wake with the siren in an emergency
Though your mind is full of love
In your eyes there is a vacancy
And you
got it free.
Now you done locked your pocketbook, but papa is got the key.
I want a little some o' that what you got, it's in your pocketbook
fucking played just for his pocketbook then you take a look yours on your way out your door. It's closing from the sheriff's deed no more.
Your foreclosing
Getting lost in thoughts, remembering what we held near
Running round in circles, changing gear
Finding direction is not so clear
Pocketbook is tight for
Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away
I've tried and tried but I can't save
The hole in my pocketbook is growing
There's a new wind blowing they say,
Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away
I've tried and tried but I can't save
The hole in my pocketbook is growing
There's a new wind blowing they say,
Dear God
I straighten the crooked cart
That ma always leaves in the middle of an aisle
Hold my pocketbook
Watch my pocketbook
My mother chides me loudly
life like an obstacle (ooh)
Watch who you rollin' with, they might not rock with you
Vintage Chanel, I love my brand new pocketbook
Trendsetter, baby,
Soon we'll only be left for the screens
In pocketbook notes
And American dreams
Should I do this for you?
Should I do this for me?
Be quiet
and want you to smoke till your lungs explode
Pop a pill and go shoot at the club
Yelling, nigga go and do what you love
You toting pocketbooks and wearing
I was wishin' in my pocketbook full of dreams
And you were right here with an arm stretched out to me
But as always, through those long days
Girl you
mingyon
She suck on da dick like a tic
Walk in yo house in yo rent
My pockets usto have lent
Holy grail she gone forgive me
lil bitch ha pocketbook empty
I
Words like the pocketbook bag of my heart
People are always searching for the truth, for the most part
Yeah, m-m-m-m, they search those pocketbooks
missing last seen lost and paranoid
wandering the streets, out calling your name
with a Robert Frost pocketbook and hair aflame
all the girls out
Keep the second my pocketbook, try to catch up play day out. I hit him on point with the F and then got them hesitant talking like a president.
pocketbook
Don't watch me, baby
Bet not go inside no cell
'Cause I don't got you, baby
Know that nigga still in love
If he say he hate me
All these niggas
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