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letra de pocket watchin' - bluebucksclan

[verse 1: jeeezy]
n-ggas broke as f-ck, y’all be pocket watchin’
wrote my own scripts, i’m the real doctor
for my birthday, i got a rocket launcher
all these spikes on my feet like i’m playin’ soccer (nick down)
got a foreign with no limits, b-tch, i’m silkk the shocker
she gon’ suck it ’til i quit, she a pill popper
five-fifty on this plate, i don’t eat whoppers
need to come save your b-tch, ’cause i can’t stop her
sippin’ wine up in louis, i’m a real shopper

[verse 2: bluebucksclan dj]
ocean prime with a dime eatin’ real lobster
i like b-tches that be bougie, but be real toppers
if tay around, then it’s juice, he a seal popper
if your b-tch around, we gon’ chill after
ain’t no n-ggas at our party, b-tch, it’s crowded out
i got mad ‘fits, but this jacket all i’m proud about
behind tints, facin’ ‘woods, got it clouded out
nick cannon in the coupe how i’m wildin’ out

[verse 3: jeeezy]
she want me to hit it raw, brought the condom out
hey, if it ain’t ’bout no money, f-ck you cryin’ ’bout?
‘member sneakin’ in to f-ck at her mama house
f-ckin’ b-tches off my name, i got h-lla clout
said he took some sh-t from me? yeah, i highly doubt
and she ride it like a pro, watch her titties bounce
remember havin’ back spasms sleepin’ on that couch
[verse 4: bluebucksclan dj]
thousand dollar boots, stompin’ like i’m upset
been that n-gga, they keep tellin’ me i’m up next
with another n-gga b-tch havin’ rough s-x
play fightin’ with your son, he ain’t tough yet
n-ggas rappin’ ten years, still ain’t up yet
takin’ hoes on ten dates, still ain’t f-ck yet
ruth chris, ten plates, we ain’t stuffed yet
n-ggas lame, tryna hang, n-gga, f-ck that

[verse 5: jeeezy]
i be chillin’ where the k!llers and the thugs at
all these bags in the club, we got guns packed
big stompin’ in these christians, it’s a bloodbath
multiplying all these blues, yeah, it’s good math

[verse 6: bluebucksclan dj]
i’ma keep countin’ these blues ’til my thumbs crack
three grams in my ‘wood, where your lungs at?
i was never tryna f-ck, where your tongue at?
n-ggas tryna do a song, where your funds at?

[outro]
i thought it was gon’ rain today, so i put these motherf-ckers on
alright, let me see?

- bluebucksclan

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