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jasiah – pocketlint lyrics

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[chorus]
l!ck on my c+ck, lil’ b+tch, then throat it like lozenges
that n+gga talk all that sh+t, all he hold is pocket link
vivian and rick d+ck, she f+ck with my fashion sense
there’s blood on my travis’, and i might just crash this whip
l!ck on my c+ck, lil’ b+tch, then throat it like lozenges
that n+gga talk all that sh+t, all he hold is pocket link
vivian and rick d+ck, she f+ck with my fashion sense
there’s blood on my travis’, and i might just crash this whip

[verse]
i’m tired of all of this
i’ll run for president, b+tch, i’m not votin’
you all up on instagram with them guns
ain’t shooting sh+t, then why is you totin’?
slam me like hulk hogan
she got a coco nose now she voguing
i’m ’bout to row, row, row in her ocean
she want a world trip, b+tch, get goin’
i’m dyslexic, i text your b+tch and she still get naked, uh, uh
disrespected, i f+cked that thot then she gon’ regret it, uh, uh
still gon’ spread it like some mayonnaise
she called her man ’cause i gave her a headache
i shot his ass then gave him a bandaid
getting this grain, it’s lookin’ like good day
[chorus]
l!ck on my c+ck, lil’ b+tch, then throat it like lozenges
that n+gga talk all that sh+t, all he hold is pocket link
vivian and rick d+ck, she f+ck with my fashion sense
there’s blood on my travis’, and i might just crash this whip
l!ck on my c+ck, lil’ b+tch, then throat it like lozenges
that n+gga talk all that sh+t, all he hold is pocket link
vivian and rick d+ck, she f+ck with my fashion sense
there’s blood on my travis’, and i might just crash this whip
l!ck on my c+ck, lil’ b+tch, then throat it like lozenges
that n+gga talk all that sh+t, all he hold is pocket link
vivian and rick d+ck, she f+ck with my fashion sense
there’s blood on my travis’, and i might just crash this whip
l!ck on my c+ck, lil’ b+tch, then throat it like lozenges
that n+gga talk all that sh+t, all he hold is pocket link
vivian and rick d+ck, she f+ck with my fashion sense
there’s blood on my travis’, and i might just crash this whip



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