letra de in my pocket - soulja boy tell 'em
[verse 1: soulja boy]
young drako, n-gga i pop out with sticks
shout out my squad, you know that i made my hood rich
m16 on me when i hop out the whip
riding on the strip, with a bad b-tch
make the wrong move then you know i’ma empty the clip
p-ssy -ss n-gga, you know you a b-tch
young drako, n-gga i pop out with sticks
calling the plug to pull up with a brick
gucci headband, when i walk, i’m rockin’ red bottoms
christian louboutin, n-gga i got a hundred fifty thousand
walk in with the drip, that’s the sauce, i got thousand island
me and asian doll, yeah we ball, in that new ferrari
skrrt the h-llcat, fishtail, or the maserati
f-ck it, do the digi’ dash, lambo or new bugatti
in new york on the breakfast club, i took off like a rocket
i got a quarter million cash, i can’t fit it in my pocket
[chorus: soulja boy]
no, i can’t fit it in my pocket
got a quarter million cash, i can’t fit it in my pocket
my and asian doll took off like a rocket
you ain’t getting money like us, n-gga stop it
[verse 2: asian doll]
you wasn’t calling shots, i was 18 in rooms with ballers
p-ssy n-gga, stop that hating and sh-t, the reason n-ggas falling
you ain’t on sh-t, money grew a little taller
put a n-gga in position, n-gga still had to follow it
you ain’t got a mind of a gangsta
smoke dope, drive beamers
i was broke, came up, i’m famous (aye)
first time saw a kilo, knew to keep that on the d-low
my handgun straight, these b-tches pump fake, park row my hood gazebo
my money gon talk cause the bullsh-t walk
i’m rich, these n-ggas little pillows
spend that check myself, b-tch
made that mil’ myself, b-tch
diss me on my hit list
she done talk a rich b-tch
i count guap, my fit sick
gucci signed me, it’s lit, b-tch
i drip candy on my pack
asian bout it, b-tch you ain’t
b-tch, you mean it, f-ck you think?
i’m from texas, sippin’ drank
[chorus: soulja boy]
no, i can’t fit it in my pocket
got a quarter million cash, i can’t fit it in my pocket
my and asian doll took off like a rocket
you ain’t getting money like us, n-gga stop it
[verse 3: a$ap ferg]
got a b-tch, so ratchet uh
sod gang with the ratchet uh
cartier gl-sses uh
diamonds is pink like patrick uh
your b-tch finna catch it (yeah)
poke that kitty like a cactus uh (that’s right)
addicted to fashion uh
new jeff hamilton jacket uh (that’s right)
got a new gadget uh (yeah)
hit ’em like go go gadget uh (go go gadget)
and the flow so magic uh
pockets is fatter than khaled uh (like a young khaled)
your girl gonna grab it, and jerk on it ’til she get calyce uh
n-gga finna blast with clips, might pusha-t, no malice uh
[?], i got my whip from an auction (yeah)
rari in auckland
got an engine, it’s a car trunk (right)
i’m probably just golfin’
diamonds is wet like a dolphin (yeah)
i’m with asian doll then, soulja boy tell ’em we got one
[chorus: soulja boy]
no, i can’t fit it in my pocket
got a quarter million cash, i can’t fit it in my pocket
my and asian doll took off like a rocket
you ain’t getting money like us, n-gga stop it
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- letra de maria - delay lay lay
- letra de party girl - pain (band)
- letra de by herself - prg kid
- letra de sing sing - thierry hazard
- letra de tunnel vision - atl smook
- letra de devious nature - julie masse
- letra de heaven blues/ emaweni - mashayabhuqe kamamba
- letra de it's a trap - poetic mind
- letra de cruise control - newton james