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letra de no doe in your pocket - capo lee

[intro: capo lee & rave dave]
fam, that was mad, cuz
i need to get some fresh air, cuz
it’s bare hot in here
sorry, excuse me, love
sorry, excuse me
oi, mate, i just wanna say, uh
i’m a bit drunk and all that, but
yeah, i can see
you and your friends up there holding the microphone, yeah?
you ripped it, mate, it was proper sick, that was, proper
oi, respect, man, thanks, man
we’re trying, you know?
can you, uh, make another one of them lyric things for me and me bird? like, we wanna hear another one
lyric things, yeah?
can you do that or what or like…?
you know what, bro? i just come to-, i just come to get some air, you know? i just come to get some fresh air over there, like, maybe if you come out again and maybe something like that, maybe, yeah? maybe, yeah? no? yeah?
uh, yeah, i’ll come out and see you again
alright, cool, brother, take it easy, alright?
cool, man
(door slam)
bro, look at the state of him, cuz!
he needs to go and fix up himself before he starts spending money in the bar, like, that’s mad

[verse 1: capo lee]
vibes in the place, gotta bring that heavy
time and a place that i drink henney
dem man are stuck in the hood like kenny
how you in the rave and you ain’t got a penny?
you can’t dance, no drink in the system
we came with the dj b-mping the system
how you so sober? you must be a christian
champs on the table, you better stay distant
forgetting the rave was a tenner
if you come before ten, you would’ve done a bruce jenner
same person screaming an eight ball
say you smoked half on the way but really, you’ve got a benner
same any bredda, just any bredda
all the trap songs that come with this fella
man are just liars and they come with the hella
too many, hella, too many, hella, boy

[chorus: capo lee]
no dough in your pocket
what you doing in the rave with no dough in your pocket?
see all of them wasteman antics? stop it
sort yourself out, then the party’s popping
no dough in your pocket
what you doing in the rave with no dough in your pocket?
see all of them wasteman antics? stop it
sort yourself out, then the party’s popping

[verse 2: nico lindsay]
how you gonna step in?
four bills outfit, not a penny in pockets
can’t even get a juice, i don’t see the logic
dry throat, in the corner, nuttin’ ain’t popping
how you gonna step in?
and then try and draw
if she asks for a drink, man ah vanish from the floor
all excuses poor, girls galore, you’re vexed that you can’t get sore
how you gonna step out?
and leave your yard with no ps for the ting
thirsty, two million spent creeping within
looking lost, it’s deep in this ting, it’s deep in this ting
how you gonna step out?
looking like money but money you left
supposedly, or the money just left
now the clothes still fresh but the money’s just spent

[verse 3: mic ty]
can someone explain to me
why she’s in the dance? oh, she came for free?
knows the dj, nah, she don’t pay for drinks
see, i’m on the flyer, wants to wave with me
says she’s here for the dance (nah)
ain’t moved her feet from the bar (rah)
i know this, and i know it’s no handbag pockets or purse
when you snatch her, you reach for your bra
mic to the wot with the vibesing squad
spliff on my ear, yeah, i’m high, don’t watch
approach man for food in the dance? that’s you in the dance
manaman are mad, ty’s on job
no weed for the kid, no ps for the drink
walk by the bar, see him ease into it
i’m onstage, get paid, get waved, next show
you get in, no dough, no hopes, head home

- capo lee

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