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pockets filled
Hip-Hop/Rap
pockets filled è stato pubblicato il 17 ottobre 2024 da star700 come parte dell'album 17
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Album17
Data di uscita17 ottobre 2024
Etichettastar700
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM139

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Emmanuel James Cooper
Emmanuel James Cooper
Songwriter

Testi

I'll be gone before they do that shit Caught me a op, I'ma shoot that clip
Ima knock off that cap like, take off that lid I'ma fuck on that ho and ima blow her a kiss
Submit to a ****, I'll kill myself can't smoke right now, might kill my health
Hold up, money designer belts Shh, silent, I'm movin' stealth
Hop on the beat, you know I spazz like shawty, she got a big ol' ass
I'm furious, bitch, I move so fast I don't got opps, so I cannot lack
Send that drop, we on your ass, Second to none, and I feel like I'm cast
All in that speedway, I'm doin' the dash Pockets be filled up, takin' the fast
We got that clan that you can't clash You don't know what to do on that drill
Behind my brother, ima make a brain spill Crack that ho like I'm opening a seal
Independent, I ain't signin' no deal ballin' on **** like Bradley Beall
Dunkin' on ****, I feel like Shaquille talk about your people, you know you should kill
I'm one that kill streak like Call of Duty and these **** be talkin, they smokin' doobies
Know them **** that put you on screens like Tubi Tight jeans on my ass, I ain't talkin' Ksubi
Smokin' that gas, that **** smoke loosies took her to dinner at Bennihana
Know them **** that do anything for dollars Got drip, I don't need no stylist
Song wars **** be biased I got swag, these **** tryna buy it Kite so high, I can fly it Bitch so fly like a pilot
All in my brain, that's a riot Pockets fat I don't need no diet
**** not my friends, no alliance I make it rain, I change the climate
**** be talkin, but they really silent They call me Rocky, cause I'm really solid
Perform in the crowd, cause they the loudest **** be mute, these **** be soundless
They go together just like a sandwich I get the money just like allowance
Can never fall off, I got my balance I don't touch shit, yeah, I be fouless
I'll be gone before they do that shit Caught me a op, I'ma shoot that clip
Ima knock off that cap like, take off that lid I'ma fuck on that ho and ima blow her a kiss
Submit to a ****, I'll kill myself can't smoke right now, might kill my health
Hold up, money designer belts Shh, silent, I'm movin' stealth
Hop on the beat, you know I spazz like shawty, she got a big ol' ass
I'm furious, bitch, I move so fast I don't got opps, so I cannot lack
Send that drop, we on your ass, Second to none, and I feel like I'm cast
All in that speedway, I'm doin' the dash Pockets be filled up, takin' the fast
Written by: Emmanuel James Cooper
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