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clyde carson – outta pocket lyrics

yeah i put the top down on my brand new b
top notch on my job,
i’m just a young fly n-gg- out here on d
you can hear me coming out my block
another day another dollar, hit me we can holla
for some paper i’ll be on time,
harder ladies swear to god they in love with me,
but n-gg- i don’t pay that sh-t no mind.

i just go maniac or stu stu don’t believe in cuban,
got a fetish for new diamonds, no cubic say, time we hit the stay
yeah they lose it all my b-mpers so i b-mp it and i
then i lose i taught a cl-ss with the game in the the husslers handbook,
still been a long time, come and same cooks,
still rock it with the whole fam same crooks,
dedicated to follow the play book.

[hook]
alabams f-ck a wallet,
i want it, i got it, just being honest
if you ain’t gettin money b-tch you outta pocket,
if you ain’t gettin money b-tch you outta pocket
outta pocket, outta pocket, out-outta pocket,
alabams f-ck a wallet,
if you ain’t gettin money b-tch you outta pocket,
if you ain’t gettin money b-tch you outta pocket.

been down the block, straight up and down n-gg- keep a six o’clock
leanin like a nock, so high i’ll be out of sp-ce with the sh-t man
i’m feelin like i’m spot, tell the b-tch don’t stop get it, get it
real n-gg- out the mother f-cker rich,
it’s me, problem and carson, beg you pardon,
so much paper i’ll be all in the margin,
flow b-tter no margerine, uh, beg yellow one margine
bet dark all in the car with me and my n-gg-s we so dope you could snored it
ballin, no you can’t afford it, real sh-t, make sure you record it,
coming bout some bullsh-t i might ‘ford it,
all my homies hangin and shinin like an ornament.

yeah, all the clyde that you in,
this crackin define it, decides and let a n-gg- win
so f-ck it i’ma turn up,
if your whole body tat it lift your shirt up,
and show you suckers what you claim and jack spend thirty last night,
f-ck it i could make it back,
what? in miami with them bad hoes,
still catch me in the ghetto with them mad hoes,
f-ckin the sh-t out em, dice rollin,
baddin on bur, he buckin the sh-t out em,
2 steppin with my holy mollie got me feelin thugish,
but n-gg- i ain’t that high, don’t be ask me with my plug is,
now they gonna go to wild west what’s the hoe that
see the busters in the game pick em out like the a fronac
and do em like a dealer and pull that card,
stop gasin these n-gg-s like you do them cars,
step stuckin sh-t.

- clyde carson lyrics

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