Lyrics:
fostered soul
Impossible was nothing
Till I realized that my pockets broke
cnd they base your prospects off your pocketbook
cnd freedom costs a grip,
you down
In the worst way yeah
Lets fuck around
On the first date
She smell good
cnd she look good
She got the money
In her pocketbook
I dare you niggaz
on the chair
Pocketbook on the nightstand
Something about it there on the nightstand
I imagine us living together
And I smile and I laugh
It was always you
Now
record deal
I'm reckless behind the wheel, ain't got much time to chill
I can rap, got all kinds of skills, buy my wife pocketbooks and designer heels, sit
was nothing
Till I realized that my pockets broke
cnd they base your prospects off your pocketbook
cnd freedom costs a grip, wrung my hands
Blood chit in my pocketbook
Body tapping
Sternum tapping
Head tapping
Our plan
Feel like i would commit a dream
These boys thru out my self esteem
Pullin
pocketbook to her sexy lips and hips
A nigga can't go wrong, so I hold on As long as she keep the love comin' strong
If she like you, then don't let go Let's
pocketbook
Stiletto heels finger nails
Got you sipping on that good
Ride the roller coaster
I hope it never stop
To the top then she drop
Got me thinking I can
I caught the kids doing some funny stuff
They've been huffing all the glue
Square pegs stuffed into their pocketbooks
Round holes filling out their
don't wanna make the news and that's fair
Shades in a pocketbook
Seem like a pro and not a rook
She got a crown
Seen her type, misunderstood
Aye
Pedal
it
cll this paper in my pocketbook
Walking thru catching stares
I'm fly asf no parachute
cwe they mad and they hating
Wassup witcho character
Nigga
the point where you decide?
That you might be overthinking
Leave a picture where you lie
Folded cloth on a rooftop
I must take note
In a little pocketbook
Well, Grandpa, he's an old geezer
Married to a sweet young teaser
But he knows just how to please her
With that pocketbook
Whenever they come down
Their
If I (If I, If I)
If could only be your cellphone
Catch a look in your pocketbook
See every picture that you ever took
Read your life like an open
clowns walking around town
With a pocketbook and a gown
Saying you clout chasing that's what you doing for now
Thats how u putting it down
See your agenda
pocketbook, but, smaller than my heart.
A G D
And would it be fair?, to compare me with, Something just
to be proud
I've been looking for somebody who won't bring me down
I remember how you used to walk in front of my house
Pocketbook shoulder strap cutting
CGI POCONOS
Make some noise
Hey, look at me
What do you see
Is it my face or my clothing
Are we our looks
Our pocketbooks
Talents or personality
took i took my cellular device
Out of my pocketbook
I put it in his hand like "You
Gotta Instagram? Lemme take a look"
Chile, this man was fine online,
the word
You would take me everywhere
And call me your pocketbook
And tell all your friends
How proud you were
At the man that I'm becoming
And if I'm winnin
move, keep makin it, creatin it, debatin it, never forsakin it
Head to the lab, say what's up to dianetics
Pick up my checks, hope my pocketbooks no
tried to be so handsome, emptied my pocketbook
Even in my fancy jacket and a brand new pair of shoes
I was still walking backward facing yesterday's blues
pussyfoot, he got it strapped and got cooked
They writing statements like a book, niggas bitch, pocketbook
You flex your time, you get shipped, but
asking for
It's the corrupted leaders the neo-Nazi breeders who frightened the bear
The Oligarch crooks, with their fat pocketbooks, well they simply don't
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