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NotValeri - Out the Pockets Lyrics



NotValeri - Out the Pockets Lyrics




My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
Money comin out the pockets

Each diamond on me foolish
They dancing they can't stop
Keep talking you gon lose it
Tell a bitch to run me top

Tell a bitch to f*ck me in the backseat of my Chevy
Ask me what my mood is i start fanning out the 20's
I can't love a bitch cuz it's hard for bitch to love me
Once she see these 20's all she think about is money

All she think about is all the gamo and the Louis
I tell a bitch to shut up
Your job is to amuse me

Your job is to amuse me thot don't got no personality
I'm with the gang I'm cooling of a bar no functionality
So much drugs inside my system might be a fatality
Look around the room name another guy as high as me

Smoking on this boofie
My life a movie
You think your bitch is safe on lock she see me now she choosing yea

She can't f*ck me I don't like her she a groupie
Especially when she f*ck around with snakes she like goofies yea

Bitch
You a goofy
Bitch yea
She see me now she choosing

She see me now she choosing start the fooling round with me
Then I gotta tell her back up off you're not Astounding me
I'm counting these
Got 100's like a fever wear the ice so long
I swear I'm off the meter I'm the coldest yea i am bound to freeze

Like a rat but I don't snitch I'm just bout my cheddar cheese
Slap her ass make it redder than the 50's all on me
Flexing applying pressure takes a lot of energy
So waiting in my bag for me swear I got a dispensary

My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
Money comin out the pockets
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My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
Money comin out the pockets

Each diamond on me foolish
They dancing they can't stop
Keep talking you gon lose it
Tell a bitch to run me top

Tell a bitch to f*ck me in the backseat of my Chevy
Ask me what my mood is i start fanning out the 20's
I can't love a bitch cuz it's hard for bitch to love me
Once she see these 20's all she think about is money

All she think about is all the gamo and the Louis
I tell a bitch to shut up
Your job is to amuse me

Your job is to amuse me thot don't got no personality
I'm with the gang I'm cooling of a bar no functionality
So much drugs inside my system might be a fatality
Look around the room name another guy as high as me

Smoking on this boofie
My life a movie
You think your bitch is safe on lock she see me now she choosing yea

She can't f*ck me I don't like her she a groupie
Especially when she f*ck around with snakes she like goofies yea

Bitch
You a goofy
Bitch yea
She see me now she choosing

She see me now she choosing start the fooling round with me
Then I gotta tell her back up off you're not Astounding me
I'm counting these
Got 100's like a fever wear the ice so long
I swear I'm off the meter I'm the coldest yea i am bound to freeze

Like a rat but I don't snitch I'm just bout my cheddar cheese
Slap her ass make it redder than the 50's all on me
Flexing applying pressure takes a lot of energy
So waiting in my bag for me swear I got a dispensary

My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
My outfit dripping hunnids
Money comin out the pockets
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Writer: John Valeri
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Written by: John Valeri

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