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cats with their shiny feeds
Passing round the new disease
Give it up for stolen hooks
Pickpockets on pocketbooks

On the road, living the dream
In my

Campfire by the river when this is all set
Laying on hammocks and listening to a string quartet, yes

Let me put down the pocket-book for a bit, going Dwayne

smokin out if you bitches ain't ready to throw that p
Ain't no smokin tree for free unless you hoes lay with me
Be handy with your pocketbook your pussy

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, before you get here,
Put yo panties in yo pocketbook
That's what I told her, over the Motorola
Hennessy and Cola
I hold her,

help it
And I'll just laugh

Look at all their luxuries
Pocketbook hypocrisies
Ego feeding fashion seasons
Always eating, feeding greed

Heaving

lend me a helpin' hand
I'm on my way from Frisco
I'm goin' back to Dixieland

My pocketbook is empty
And my heart is full of pain
A thousand miles away

Austin wit you
Runnin' 'round wit them lil' bitches
That got the lil' tiny handguns In they pocketbook an' shit
I know how Texas get down
We just bringin'

take
The past of me is pulling my chain
And the heart of me you no longer need
I got a little hopeless and laughable
With a pocketbook bible to save my

for broke
Still operate like we in the loop
U suckas lookin suspect wit dem pocketbooks
Everyday  u kno its kray what Dey got hella aim 
Or watch them

time

So grab your shoes or let's go barefoot
Grab my hand, grab your pocketbook
It's the moment the time is ticken' tockin'

Blue Martina come away

hospital bill
Will ruin us all"

My parent's pocketbook
Wasn't doing too good
My father's temper
Disposed to bad moods

Didn't tell that I had fell
Blamed

come and he's saving us all
He asked the people all for charity
Said to pass him a buck to the left
Everybody and their pocketbooks
So pass the buck,

false information 
We should really unite the strength because the police never got the formation 
From the pocketbook stop slanging 
To teenagers who aim

My love with you
Is like a sip of tea in the morning
My love with you
Is like a pocketbook full of money
When i’m with you
Feeling warm, heart melts

just my pocketbook
I keep wondering do you love me
Or is it just my looks

When I 'm gone 
I know your gonna miss me
When I'm gone 
I know you wished you

money and loose change
Alotta Niggahz pwussy all bitch no pocketbook
Catch ya ass slipping str8 jabs n right hook
Make you get yo ass up take dat trash

off my grind, they want me locked up in that jam
And I put tattoos on my face, my fam don't ask me how I am
And it goes back when TP had her pocketbook

the throats of the murdered
The same wire running through the head
And into the pocketbook
And the pleasures of just staying out of it.
Who must we listen

got no clue what you’re doing to me
Pocketbook conspiracy
All you do makes me insane
I just call her my American Babe
There is nothing better than
Make

to face when that numb fades 
Graduation mamma sleeping he in her pocketbook 
She brought a nigga home he in his pockets too
Never stop to look he want this

typical I gave you your jacket and then put on my coat 
I handed your pocketbook and discovered the only word that you knew was coach 
You said you were

like a jungle, eat you up just like a lion
You need to get a doctor cause your purse is sick and cryin'
Somebody call an ambulance your pocketbook is

kept them in a pocketbook
Same as Tab and dear Aunt Sook

Mama kept them in her dresser drawer
Drawls scented with the onion core

Turkey butt pepper

From back in yo hotel
Memories of that one time
We got drunk and lost yo pocketbook
Then we had that orgy it was 8 hands no octopus
I know you like it