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Pockets
43
Hip-Hop/Rap
Skladba Pockets vyšla 31. července 2023 High & Mighty Entertainmnet na albu Popstar Degenerate
album cover
Datum vydání31. července 2023
ŠtítekHigh & Mighty Entertainmnet
JazykEnglish
Melodičnost
Akustičnost
Valence
Tanečnost
Energie
BPM74

Kredity

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghostluvme
Ghostluvme
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clayton Lisy
Clayton Lisy
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
TRGC
TRGC
Producer

Texty

(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made)
These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made (Yeah)
Paper she grabbin' some tree, yeah (Woah)
Paper that runnin' that weed, yeah
Paper she grabbin' from me, yeah
These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I need
Paid for life to in a dream, yeah
Gucci suit and some rings, yeah
Gucci suit and some rings, yeah
Close together, bitch gon' push me
Drip on me like a pussy
From the bitch down, call her bushy
We used to be gang so now plushy (Oh)
The only thing I really sweat is a jury (What?)
Jury, jury (What? What?)
Life can be too much sometimes when living in a hurry
Could've find yourself to brag but all you do is scurry
Pulling all your popping songs and pills and make it blurry
You say I pushed that shit too far but I don't have to worry
These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made (Yeah)
Paper she grabbin' from some tree, yeah (Woah)
Paper that runnin' that weed, yeah
Paper she grabbin' from me, yeah
These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I need (Yeah)
Paid for life to in a dream, yeah
Gucci suit and some rings, yeah
Gucci suit and some rings, yeah
I got a bitch in mind, yeah, she always in my pocket
I don't know what to do, yeah, I know I can't stop it (Oh no)
She got time to dip when I take her shopping (Yeah, yeah)
If I lost everything, there would be no more talking (Of course)
But I'ma die rich, yeah, you know that's my colin
I'ma dive in, yeah, that pussy is poppin'
Most of y'all thank the funk the smell that is rotting
These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made (Yeah)
Paper she grabbin' from some tree, yeah (Woah)
Paper that runnin' that weed, yeah
Paper she grabbin' from me, yeah
These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I need (Yeah)
Paid for life to in a dream, yeah
Gucci suit and some rings, yeah
Gucci suit and some rings, yeah
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made)
(Woah-oah)
(Woah-oah, oh, oh)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made)
(Woah-oah)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets I made)
(Oh)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets, these pockets)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets, these pockets)
(These pockets, these pockets, these pockets, these pockets—)
Written by: Clayton Lisy
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