Murda Beatz - Pockets Lyrics
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Pockets
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What Are The Lyrics For Pockets By Murda Beatz?
Aye, gang
Lil Purpp bless yo trap Gang (phew, phew) M-M-M-Murda I wanna f*ck but she boring (huh) F*ck a friend, money important Look at my neck and it's snowin' Lil Purpp on top I don't show it She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger Jump in the 'Rari, I'm dashin' (skrrt) F*ck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh) You can't see me through them glasses (what) All of my diamonds be flashin' (flash) Diamonds, they all on my body lil' nigga VVS diamonds, they shinin' like glitter All the designer, I drip like the river (drip) She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger I'm at the apartments Niggas come through, it's a one stop shop Louis my garments Run up the racks when I f*ck at the apartment Your baby wanna f*ck (look up) I don't wanna f*ck I tell her suck my watch You get no warning We on the block and we made that shit hot (Lil Purpp) Ooh, choppa got a lot of kick back Just met the bitch, had to kick back Send me a text, don't get shit back (ooh) F*ck the bitch, I don't do chit-chat We ride around with the big mags Nigga get popped like a Tic Tac (Lil Purpp) Smokin' on bubble, that piss pack (ooh) Run up the racks, yeah I did that (Lil Purpp) Run up on me, put yo shit back Lil Purpp the best and that big facts Ooh, pour up a six and two Walk out of Saks, spend a hundred on shoes F*ck that lil' bitch and she wet like a pool (Lil Purpp) I wanna f*ck but she boring (huh) F*ck a friend, money important Look at my neck and it's snowin' Lil Purpp on top I don't show it She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger Jump in the 'Rari, I'm dashin' (skrrt) F*ck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh) You can't see me through them glasses (what) All of my diamonds be flashin' (flash) Diamonds they all on my body lil' nigga VVS diamonds, they shinin' like glitter All the designer, I drip like the river (drip) She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger Whoa, Lil Purpp be ridin' with poles (poles) And I am sick like I just got a cold (cold) He said he ridin' but he went and told (Lil Purpp) Ooh, bad bitch and she red like the beam (bean) Bitch we got money like Mayweather team (team) Young nigga juggin' since I was thirteen (teen) Jump in that 'Rari, I'm hittin' two hundred (skrrt) F*ck on that bitch and I f*ck on her cousin (skrrt) 9 in the morning and my cellphone buzzin' Stayed in the trap and we breakin' down onions Maison Margiela and mixed with Givenchy Count up the racks, young nigga got plenty How many bitches I need me about twenty Sippin' on lean, I don't f*ck with the Henny I wanna f*ck but she boring (huh) F*ck a friend, money important Look at my neck and it's snowin' Lil Purpp on top I don't show it She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger Jump in the 'Rari, I'm dashin' (skrrt) F*ck on that bitch then I pass her (ooh) You can't see me through them glasses (what) All of my diamonds be flashin' (flash) Diamonds they all on my body lil' nigga VVS diamonds, they shinin' like glitter All the designer, I drip like the river (drip) She wanna f*ck 'cause my pockets a lil' bigger |
Who Wrote Pockets By Murda Beatz?
Omar Jeffery Pineiro, Shane Lee Lindstrom
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What's The Duration Of The Pockets By Murda Beatz?The duration of Pockets is 3:12 minutes and seconds. |
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