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pocket full of zaza - tommy plat! lyrics

[intro]
i got a pocket, got a pocketful of zaza
got a pocket rocket and that b*tch go “fa, fa,” woah, ooh*woah (yeah)
don’t know why all these lil’ n*ggas hate me
probably ’cause these lil’ n*ggas sippin’ on fake lean, woah, ooh*woah (yeah)

[chorus]
i got a pocket, got a pocketful of zaza
got a pocket rocket and that b*tch go “fa, fa,” woah, ooh*woah
i don’t know why all these lil’ n*ggas hate me
probably ’cause these lil’ n*ggas sippin’ on fake lean, woah, ooh*woah
i got a pocket, got a pocketful of zaza
got a pocket rocket and that b*tch go “fa, fa,” woah, ooh*woah
i don’t know why all these lil’ n*ggas hate me
probably ’cause these lil’ n*ggas sippin’ on fake lean, woah, ooh*woah

[bridge]
i keep a k (i keep a k, yeah)
i let it spray (i let it spray, boom, boom, boom)
’cause these n*ggas fake (these n*ggas fake, they fake)
take they life away (take it away, away)
i keep a k (i keep a k)
i let it spray (i let it spray, boom, boom)
’cause these n*ggas fake (these n*ggas fake, boom, boom, boom, boom)
take they life away (take it away, away, away)
[verse]
pockets full of zaza, rollin’ with the choppa
uppin’ and bussin’ it, hit a n*gga with that “fa, fa”
choppa be spittin’ flames, i call it waka flocka
n*ggas be tellin’ names, they love to call the coppas
sold that n*gga k*roll, had that n*gga sick
and i had his main ho’ bouncin’ on my d*ck
i’m gon’ let this thing blow so that i don’t miss
’cause a n*gga can’t go, i can’t be a l!ck, ayy
n*ggas ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t, they be rappin’
hop out the car with the bl!ck, get to blastin’
n*ggas be hatin’ on me ’cause i’m happy
got your b*tch ridin’ d*ck, like she megan thee stallion
that b*tch a freak, she gon’ suck me to sleep
she got the drop on the opps, we gon’ creep
slide on his block with that motherf*ckin’ heat
fire that glock, hit that boy in his t**th
just like a dentist
cookin’ the dope, i’m a chemist
these n*ggas ho’s, they some b*tches
don’t rap what they livin’
you never been in the trenches and you never went on a mission
servin’ the block, a money makin’ mission
‘fore i go broke, i go and break a b*tch
that’s your lil’ ho’, then why she gettin’ flipped?
she eatin’ meat in the back of the whip, ayy, ayy, ayy
[chorus]
i got a pocket, got a pocketful of zaza
got a pocket rocket and that b*tch go “fa, fa,” woah, ooh*woah (ayy)
don’t know why all these lil’ n*ggas hate me
probably ’cause these lil’ n*ggas sippin’ on fake lean, woah, ooh*woah (ayy)
i got a pocket, got a pocketful of zaza
got a pocket rocket and that b*tch go “fa, fa,” woah, ooh*woah
don’t know why all these lil’ n*ggas hate me
probably ’cause these lil’ n*ggas sippin’ on fake lean, woah, ooh*woah

- tommy plat lyrics

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