Lyrics:
slippers, 20 chains, bitch I'm Dana Dane
Put a patch over your eye, fuck with my petty change
Fuck what you heard, for that bird I'm a dirty nigga
Laid
sister
Cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch, for the party to go
Oh, but she knows, she'll get by
She is... Livin' In The Love
look at my shit reciting
Need my pockets clustered like the fair
Very icy komodo I'm so rare
When you gonna tell the truth nah you would never dare
and Eddie brock
My only vice is dopamine
Pocket full of dreams in these Saint Laurent jeans
Commandants learned made the dope game victorious
Notorious
Might go to Johnny ain't going to wafi
You chasing bitches but look at yo pockets
She on the line but ain't doing no blocking
Damn nigga what's wrong with
cream pockets full of fat
Fuck her at the house kiss her mouth still no strings attached
Cuz she my Nutty Buddy
Lil snack lil flat tummy yummy
No rap rip
scotsman in scotland yahd
Scotland yahd
He went to scotland yahd
Scotland yahd
It really sucked
Bad
It didn't even keep up the lawn that well
Just a patch
Now there's a bag full of pills in my pocket
I can barely keep myself from crying
I say that I'm fine but you can tell that I'm lying
Tell me why you
dance
No going back
I got 2 hands
Make a beat slap
I know that I can
I'm getting my raps
I bet on my racks
I got 2 hun in my pocket
Living life Rockin
200
In the Pocket
Lyrics by Adam Fischer & Cameron Adkins
Well you kept it in your pocket and you wouldn’t dare
Roots in the ground, I’m standing there,
the patches you gave me
Is the only thing left to remind me of you
I tried to fill your pockets
I tried to love relentless
But that's all I could do
The jean
Condom in pocket I hit the shit raw
Pussy so tight man I'm feeling the walls
Lean her hand back and she cupping my Balls
Pulling the semon ya she
as a rock
She say you dressin' like a square so she hit you with the block
She wanna get entangled cause my pockets full of knots,
She say I'm givin' money, I
his pockets but he ain't even have no cash
Spinnin' like 'nados
We rock you like cradles
You thought you was fatal but we turning the tables
You talk
old patch of pitchfork dirt
Stop me if you've already heard
The one about
Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, seventeen
White frost, bean field,
Maybe I could stick my feet in a wishing well
Pocket full of pennies maybe I could get some help
I got a hole in my heart like the holes in my
cryin' cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
For the party to go oh but you know she'll get by
She is livin' in the love of the common people
didn't care
Hands in her pockets
I heard she used to kick it
Down by the river bed
She used to date an old man
That lived out in a shed
I heard he had
cause she doesn't have a dress without a patch
For the party to go oh but she knows she'll get by
Cause she is livin' in the love of the common people
in my pocket but not in my heart.
And the head tic's taken more than it's given,
It's counting up to infinity, still doesn't feel like living.
Black
didn't holler back
Well that's because I was in my brier patch
I was in my brier patch
I took time to grab a train while it was driving past
of your songs
I coulda sworn that he said he had a pocket full of stones
Am I wrong? Hell yeah, I don't know who that is
I don't know no Pimp C, all I
Crying 'cause she doesn't have a dress
Without a patch for the party to go
Oh but you know,she'll get by
She is living in the love of the common people
only trying to buy them back
Well, yeah, there was a Sal, he walked with bulging pockets 'round town
Either he was up to no good or he just got excited
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