letra de pocket rocket - kiree 3600
i was a rockstar out in beverly hills
off the za, i might blast off, i like how it feel
these n-ggas be trash talk til dat boy get k!lled
we gon just pop that lil boy like a benadryl
i just f-cked a white b-tch like r.i.p emmett till
i’ma just skuda duda pull up, show him how semi feel
these n-ggas be cap, ain’t really on sh-t for real
keep asking me how i know
i’m in the whip with my neck on glow
she walked in the trap and it look like snow
boy don’t come in, boy you copping
you might just meet this pocket rocket
you like 123 cause boy you not it
when i put this drip on you know i’ma pop it
it’s one in the head i don’t even gotta c-ck it
these n-ggas hatе but they copy
these n-ggas hatе but they p-ssy
smoking gelato got this sh-t from cookies
ain’t no k!ller but you better not push me
some bang wit b’s some bang with tookie
i put the k in the bottle and shook it
then i dish it off, n-gga i ain’t no rookie
we gon send shots if the boys keep looking
then we running cause they can’t book us
then we running cause we can’t go to jail
feel like god got me, woke up out of h-ll
i just woke up and ran straight to the mail
free molly yocket, know he gon post bail
i need johnny dang to make my mouth gleam
we been drunk as h-ll off the green lean
my chinese plug name ling ling
i just served him dummy he a string bean
i just served him dummy and i got his ass gone
if the b-tch ain’t f-cking i’ma send her ass home
n-gga this real zaza everything be strong
i’m with lil qeel, he tryna roll up a bone
lil b-tch tryna get up in my zone
i’m high as a b-tch like the sky zone
wanna talk about numbers than right on
wanna talk about numbers then i got my
i was a rockstar out in beverly hills
off the za, i might blast off, i like how it feel
these n-ggas be trash talk til dat boy get k!lled
we gon just pop that lil boy like a benadryl
i just f-cked a white b-tch like r.i.p emmett till
i’ma just skuda duda pull up, show him how semi feel
these n-ggas be cap, ain’t really on sh-t for real
keep asking me how i know
i’m in the whip with my neck on glow
she walked in the trap and it look like snow
boy don’t come in, boy you copping
you might just meet this pocket rocket
you like 123 cause boy you not it
when i put this drip on you know i’ma pop it
it’s one in the head i don’t even gotta c-ck it
these n-ggas hate but they copy
these n-ggas hate but they
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