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cuz your pockets look funny
Beat from the back my bitch thick from the country
Once i get up i ain goin back broke
Deep in my bag give a fuck bout a hoe

Pockets be sad bitch they sick with the blues
A hundred or better you know how we do
The stick got a light we be pressing the metal, we do it for real we

ain't coming in
You could not tell me , that I couldn't Win
Even tho I knew 'my chances  slim
Nigga  on go and can't play with them
thrown in the deep end

stoppin, never break a promise

Now got empty pockets
This shit makes me vomit
They kill my emotions but they never pay homage

All this power harnessed
Now

cost more then Gabbana
Catch me deep up in traffic with bro we gone spin
You want back then
Call up tay bring your friend
I sent some checks

off these tears, me and gang we finna splash
Rob a bursa with no hair, I bust a tie, she on my ass
But she lovin' her love, pay so go in deep, she finna

cuz your pockets look funny
Beat from the back my bitch thick from the country
Once i get up i ain goin back broke
Deep in my bag give a fuck bout a hoe

douchebag bitch
Ha ha, curb stomp your face
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, you bitch
Come on, dude, you're funny, you're making me laugh
I roll deep with criminals; you

show
The past don't last don't call me no more
Ash throw
Ya jazz don't soul
I inhale deep, I rock in my slow
The hats hit high, we kick back low
Man,

out
Pop out (Wo)
We getting deep in the dugout (Pop out)
Take a step you get hit with blackout (Wo)
Opposition you know how we knock out (Grrr)
Me

me
I'm balling out like I'm Kobe
Shawty she love when I go deep, and she gone creep, and they don't peep woah
Call me the man
Hated me now they a fan

the cones I got sucked in the deep end
Sleepin’, you prolly never ever got your meat licked
You lost in the sequence
You lookin’ a little bit too comfortable

of demon heaven
Step in looking deep as ever with heaps of cleavage scheming to get in V.I.P. with beverage
Cds USBs begging me to hear it
Teams asking me

back, to the way it used to be
I cut a deal, pocket hunnids, twinkling toein' on my feet
The fit is fronting, glowing, stunning, throwin' it back in

ain't deep, it's shallow, rowing a boat with no paddle
You're barely even a rapper, riding this beat with no saddle, bitch
Uh, yeah
One dimensional ass

her
Look deep in my heart and find downright Evil
Good with the word, like a preacher
Fuck Nigga lookin', get put on the sidewalk
Heard that Vault up

5 shots deep this liquor not Wine
I think we spiritually blind
I let her grab on the wheel when I Drive
She know not to get outta line
I'm a walking

billy
I ride 'round wit billys
If they want 50 they don't gotta beg
Vvs's hit the shimmy
My pockets ain't skinny
I slide through the city smoother than

don't wanna hear no dissing
So deep up in this rap, the microphone and I are kissing
Hear a beat, I'm so excited that I almost end up pissing
See a crowd,

gotta make sure my niggas hood rich
I'm too solid for a bitch only worried about my pockets
Need a goddess who gone tell me everyday bout how I'm flawless

lean
I ain't goin for that bullshit
Rage Against Machine with a pocket full of shells
Ready to release this full clip
Ready for the revolution, i'm

kittens, dancing they tippy toes in the bedroom wit marble floors 
Keep the camera  running
Riding ten deep, niggas roounf me like im the man or some
Got it

the word and I'll cop it
I'm N'Golo you're in my pocket
You're not ready just stop it
I stack it up and make profit
You spent it all just on nonsense
Now you

everything out my pockets
Like you always take advantage of the moment 
A wise man once said relationships are so expensive
You buying for 2 and she don't want