| Yeah I put the top down on my brand new B
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| Top notch on my job
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| I’m just a young fly nigga out here on D
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| You can hear me coming out my block
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| Another day another dollar, hit me we can holla
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| For some paper I’ll be on time
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| Harder ladies swear to God they in love with me
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| But nigga I don’t pay that shit no mind
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| I just go maniac or stu stu don’t believe in cuban
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| Got a fetish for new diamonds, no cubic say, time we hit the stay
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| Yeah they lose it all my bumpers so I bump it and I
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| Then I lose I taught a class with the game in the the husslers handbook
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| Still been a long time, come and same cooks
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| Still rock it with the whole fam same crooks
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| Dedicated to follow the play book
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| Alabams fuck a wallet
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| I want it, I got it, just being honest
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
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| Alabams fuck a wallet
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| Been down the block, straight up and down nigga keep a six o’clock
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| Leanin like a nock, so high I’ll be out of space with the shit man
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| I’m feelin like I’m spot, tell the bitch don’t stop get it, get it
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| Real nigga out the mother fucker rich
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| It’s me, problem and Carson, beg you pardon
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| So much paper I’ll be all in the margin
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| Flow butter no margerine, uh, beg yellow one margine
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| Bet dark all in the car with me and my niggas we so dope you could snored it
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| Ballin, no you can’t afford it, real shit, make sure you record it
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| Coming bout some bullshit I might ‘ford it
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| All my homies hangin and shinin like an ornament
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| Alabams fuck a wallet
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| I want it, I got it, just being honest
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
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| Alabams fuck a wallet
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| Yeah, all the clyde that you in
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| This crackin define it, decides and let a nigga win
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| So fuck it I’ma turn up
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| If your whole body tat it lift your shirt up
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| And show you suckers what you claim and Jack spend thirty last night
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| Fuck it I could make it back
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| What? |
| in Miami with them bad hoes
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| Still catch me in the ghetto with them mad hoes
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| Fuckin the shit out em, dice rollin
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| Baddin on bur, he buckin the shit out em
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| 2 steppin with my holy mollie got me feelin thugish
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| But nigga I ain’t that high, don’t be ask me with my plug is
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| Now they gonna go to wild west what’s the hoe that
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| See the busters in the game pick em out like the a fronac
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| And do em like a dealer and pull that card
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| Stop gasin these niggas like you do them cars
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| Step stuckin shit
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| Alabams fuck a wallet
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| I want it, I got it, just being honest
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket
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| Alabams fuck a wallet
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket
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| If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outta Pocket , by - Clyde Carson. Song from the album S.T.S.A. (Something To Speak About), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп