Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Outta Pocket, artist - Clyde Carson. Album song S.T.S.A. (Something To Speak About), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 19.11.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Moe Doe Entertainment
Song language: English
Outta Pocket |
Yeah I put the top down on my brand new B |
Top notch on my job |
I’m just a young fly nigga out here on D |
You can hear me coming out my block |
Another day another dollar, hit me we can holla |
For some paper I’ll be on time |
Harder ladies swear to God they in love with me |
But nigga I don’t pay that shit no mind |
I just go maniac or stu stu don’t believe in cuban |
Got a fetish for new diamonds, no cubic say, time we hit the stay |
Yeah they lose it all my bumpers so I bump it and I |
Then I lose I taught a class with the game in the the husslers handbook |
Still been a long time, come and same cooks |
Still rock it with the whole fam same crooks |
Dedicated to follow the play book |
Alabams fuck a wallet |
I want it, I got it, just being honest |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket |
Alabams fuck a wallet |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
Been down the block, straight up and down nigga keep a six o’clock |
Leanin like a nock, so high I’ll be out of space with the shit man |
I’m feelin like I’m spot, tell the bitch don’t stop get it, get it |
Real nigga out the mother fucker rich |
It’s me, problem and Carson, beg you pardon |
So much paper I’ll be all in the margin |
Flow butter no margerine, uh, beg yellow one margine |
Bet dark all in the car with me and my niggas we so dope you could snored it |
Ballin, no you can’t afford it, real shit, make sure you record it |
Coming bout some bullshit I might ‘ford it |
All my homies hangin and shinin like an ornament |
Alabams fuck a wallet |
I want it, I got it, just being honest |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket |
Alabams fuck a wallet |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
Yeah, all the clyde that you in |
This crackin define it, decides and let a nigga win |
So fuck it I’ma turn up |
If your whole body tat it lift your shirt up |
And show you suckers what you claim and Jack spend thirty last night |
Fuck it I could make it back |
What? |
in Miami with them bad hoes |
Still catch me in the ghetto with them mad hoes |
Fuckin the shit out em, dice rollin |
Baddin on bur, he buckin the shit out em |
2 steppin with my holy mollie got me feelin thugish |
But nigga I ain’t that high, don’t be ask me with my plug is |
Now they gonna go to wild west what’s the hoe that |
See the busters in the game pick em out like the a fronac |
And do em like a dealer and pull that card |
Stop gasin these niggas like you do them cars |
Step stuckin shit |
Alabams fuck a wallet |
I want it, I got it, just being honest |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
Outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket |
Alabams fuck a wallet |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |
If you ain’t gettin money bitch you outta pocket |