letra de pocket full of zaza - tommy plat!
[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
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