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“pockets talk loud” - raiikold vega lyrics

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[intro]

yeah, b*tch, everybody out here lettin’ dumb sh*t breathe (yeah, b*tch!)
messin’ this sh*t up, f*ckin’ this sh*t up, just— (messy ass!)
yeah, n*gga, ayy (ayy, b*tch!)
uh, yeah (ohyeahitboy!)

[chorus]
stuffin’ fat*ass hundreds, pockets loud as f*ck (loud, b*tch!)
i got four pockets swollen, yours weak as f*ck (weak!)
i just bought some off the rack for a big*ass buck (big buck!)
p*ssy cappin’, that’s a whole goofy*ass duck, yeah (duck, ho!)
real sh*t, ain’t no fake in my rap, b*tch (facts!)
bad b*tch let me smack from the back, b*tch (smack, ho!)
she a bug, you can keep that annoying*ass gnat, b*tch (shoo!)
real young rich n*gga, yeah, i’m that, b*tch (i’m that!)

[verse]

blue*ass hundreds, pink*ass fifties in the bag (stuffed, b*tch!)
young n*gga got the blues but i ain’t sad, b*tch (never!)
skipped school, hatеd sittin’ in a class, b*tch (f*ck class!)
sippin’ juice got me glitchin’, goofy*ass laugh, b*tch (ha!)
d*mn, lil’ shawty look good but she bad, b*tch (finе!)
showed these n*ggas love — wish i never did that sh*t, b*tch (regret!)
told lil’ shawty, “i’m a dog off the leash,” b*tch (woof!)
i’m yellin’ “moneyy,” my team yellin’ “cashh,” b*tch (cashh!)
shoutout to my dentist got me screamin’ “racks,” b*tch (glee!)
your b*tch gon’ let me hit it for the free, b*tch (freebie!)
like a d*mn hurricane i’m blowin’ down these trees, b*tch (wind!)
take a n*gga main, put her right on her knees, b*tch (down!)
higher than a plane, smokin’ out the p, b*tch (up!)
kissin’ mary jane, can’t breathe, but it’s sweet, b*tch (gas!)
make her give me brain before i tell her she can leave, b*tch (bye!)
she ain’t even know i had a trick in my sleeve, b*tch (surprise!)
i been grindin’, still standin’ on my biz, b*tch (ten toes!)
i’ma keep it real, tell ’em what the f*ck it is, b*tch (truth!)
she want me to trick on her — that’s kid sh*t, b*tch (grow up!)
tricks for kids, b*tch, ain’t no trickin’ in my crib, b*tch (facts!)
all these rhymes off the head, no pen, b*tch (freestyle!)
last night i was geeked up heavy off the meds, b*tch (high!)
woke up this morning with two baddies in the bed, b*tch (what!?)
kicked ’em both out, then i ran and chased bread, b*tch (go!)
[chorus]
stuffin’ fat*ass hundreds, pockets loud as f*ck (loud!)
i got four pockets swollen, yours weak as f*ck, b*tch (weak!)
i just bought some off the rack for a big*ass buck (spend it!)
p*ssy cappin’, that’s a whole goofy*ass duck, b*tch (quack!)
real sh*t, ain’t no fake in my rap, b*tch (never!)
bad b*tch let me smack from the back, b*tch (smack!)
she a bug, you can keep that annoying*ass gnat, b*tch (shoo!)
real young rich n*gga, yeah, i’m that, b*tch (that!)

[outro]
blue*ass hundreds, pink*ass fifties in the bag, b*tch (bag!)
yeah, n*gga (yeah n*gga!)
young n*gga got the blues but i ain’t sad, b*tch (never sad!)
n*gga, gang, yeah (gang!)
uh (yeah!)
gang, gang, gang, gang (gang!)

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