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atl smook - sick pockets lyrics

[chorus]
i was f-cked up, talkin’ pockets on e
i was down bad, had to get out the streets
roadrunnin’, yeah, i gotta go eat
young n-gg-, i need a patek philippe
i got these n-gg-s that gon’ envy me
know that i keep that lil rocket on me
i pour me up like four os of that lean
feel like a martian, i’m astronaut geeked
i count up a check every week
might f-ck it up on a freak
real n-gg-s goin’ extinct
these little n-gg-s peewees
new b-tch she came from belize
new foreign, came wit’ no keys
new ice, i had to vv
bein’ broke, that’s a disease

[verse]
cameras flashin’, diamonds dancin’, my boys ’bout that action
countin’ bands up in the westin, i just got them packs in
no, i ain’t goin’ out sad, for whoever askin’
smokin’ on jet lag, don’t think i’m never landin’
two molly capsules, feel like captain planet
just like a stripper, these diamonds dancin’
she say i’m cute, or my watch is handsome
f-ck her then i go ghost like i’m danny phantom
sippin’ color purple like i’m danny glover
i can’t see these n-gg-s like i’m stevie wonder
i got real drip, you gon’ need a plunger
i know real slimes like an anaconda
too many bales, we gon’ need a tonka
smokin’ nerdz, i know willy wonka
foreign bit’ gon’ eat this chimichanga
i got dirty birds just like atlanta
hi-tech wit’ my fanta
black and white b-tch, call her panda
keep a sack on me like santa
these n-gg-s really be rats, no splinter
these n-gg-s really be fake, no finsta
n-gg-s sneak-diss, can’t wait to get wit’ ya
yeah, yeah

- atl smook lyrics

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