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Lint Pockets
3,076
Hip-Hop/Rap
Lint Pockets was released on March 13, 2025 by Punchmade Records as a part of the album Lint Pockets - Single
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Release DateMarch 13, 2025
LabelPunchmade Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM102

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Punchmade Dev
Punchmade Dev
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Devon Turner
Devon Turner
Composer, Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Punchmade Dev
Punchmade Dev
Mixing Engineer, Mastering Engineer, Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Come on, Y'all out here wearing purple jeans, the jeans I got they say, "AMIRI"
Your pockets full of lint, you're broke as fuck you need help severely
I blew the Drac', it had my ears ringing, it's fucking up my hearing
In sixty years, you'll touch a mil', I do more then that yearly
I done robbed and took from so many hams, they wanna kill me
I be saying rich shit in all my songs, you don't feel me
I got a top lawyer, I catch a case I'm not guilty
I sit back and pay for hats, and drop the pape' off that's the drill fee
Its 2024, and you still don't got a TV in your room
He was reaching for my chain, the last thing he heard was, "Boom"
Might die reaching for a chain, make sure to write that on his tomb
You're still piss poor, you got your son wearing fruity looms
I'm rich in real life, I don't gotta rap
I'm the one who get rap ****, **** I don't battle rap
Stop making shit up in your songs, you dont got a hat
I'm on a bank run right now, hit it back-to-back (Let's go)
I would've killed my own homie, if I found out he was a rat
I thought I was dead on site, he wanted to sit down and just chat
And I think that's kinda sad
You got your chain took, and chased all down the street, you went out bad
My AMGs my daily bucket, I be driving it all fast
This car's cheap as fuck it's only sixty-K, don't care to crash
Y'all out here wearing purple jeans, the jeans I got they say, "AMIRI"
Your pockets full of lint, you're broke as fuck you need help severely
I blew the Drac', it had my ears ringing, it's fucking up my hearing
In sixty years, you'll touch a mil', I do more then that yearly
I done robbed and took from so many hams, they wanna kill me
I be saying rich shit in all my songs, you don't feel me
I got a top lawyer, I catch a case I'm not guilty
I sit back and pay for hats, and drop the pape' off that's the drill fee
Written by: Devon Turner
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