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babyface from the south - pocket full of $un$hine lyrics

[pre-verse]
“b-tch, b-tch, b-tch”
“that is the craziest sh-t, in the motherf-cking world, on my jibe with a side of mac sauce”

[chorus]
i got my wallet in my pocket and a pocket full of sunshine
every time i hit the mic i enlighten the jits in prime time
i wild out, and pile into the white forerunner with the biddies that want to slide into a verse
i need rehearsal time before i slide my wallet in my pocket and pull out that wicked one time
i wanna know why someone told you that your verses slide
i can not believe that you believe a simple theme of smoking trees is gone get you to the top of the scene
i reckon you might wanna leave the beat

[verse]
an abstract flow is what i do best
imma stick to staring at the chest with no care in the world about nothing or n0body
stuck in a swirl with the laughable wannabes-
f-ck! outta here
i’m loud and clear
i don’t want you around me so if you don’t mind, i feel obliged to disrespect you with my verse
i call it a demonic sonnet and i’ll spit it one time
you look like someone that was told something that was a lie
i cannot believe that you believed a simple thing would be completely set in stone go throw a bone to one of those hoes that you f-cked with before
but now i’m high up on the list of the priorities of the one i wanna kiss
i wanna feel the bliss of the lips then reminisce
i wanna take you to the crib and then indulge in your hips
if someone were to get you its gotta be someone who gets you
its gotta be someone who lets you be the best that you can be
and if that person were to stress you out and give you so much doubt then why the f-ck have you not peaced out? i preach loud!

[chorus]
i even got my f-ckin wallet in my pocket and a pocket full of sunshine
every time i hit the mic i enlighten the jits in prime time
i wild out, and pile into the white forerunner with the biddies that want to slide into a verse
i need rehearsal time before i slide my wallet in my pocket and pull out that wicked one time
i wanna know why someone told you that your verses slide
i can not believe that you believe a simple theme of smoking trees is gone get you to the top of the scene
i reckon you might wanna leave the beat

- babyface from the south lyrics

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