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julius the superb - guap in my pocket lyrics

cris dinero
yuh okay, okay
julius the superb in this b-tch
get the qp
break it down
serving loud
riding round town
hit me up!
woke up tryna get it
feeling like a menace
society tryna give me some pressure
she look at my d-ck and say
“d-mn” just like kendrick
get it?
y’all n-ggas not getting the message
y’all need better service
pull up to my show
i’m swerving
off of a backwood bourbon & some bourbon
you n-ggas is soft
you od with the jergens
aye

[chorus: julius the superb]
i got the guap in my pocket
just put hours the hours on the clock
yuh
i got the guap in my pock-et
just put hours the hours on the clock
yuh
i got the guap in my pock-et
just put hours the hours on the clock
yuh, aye, yuh

[verse 2: julius the superb]
i got the guap in my pock
making that money
i’m going so hard
i won’t ever ever stop
pull up to the trap
& open up shop
i’m trapping for all of the sh-t that i want
i’m selling that weed
i sold that soft
making that money
i won’t ever stop
making that money
i’m always on go
that money move fast
that drink got me slow
young n-gga coming straight out of the o
yo, you already know
if you got the work
then i got the dough
if you got the dough
then i got the work
chillin’ and trappin’
just rolled me some purp
just hit me a l!ck and my driver go skrt
digging y’all graves in the dirt
yeah, i came up from da dirt
aye

[verse 3: dta]
yeah she wanna suck my d-ck
aye she bad with them big ol’ lips
i smoke a pound and drink a fifth
i heard your b-tch be wit them d-cks
oh, you mad cuz she f-ck wit the clique?
don’t be sad cuz you a little -ss jit
i f-ck with goons
you don’t want no beef
p-ssy boy want no heat
i pull up and i make it rain
f-ck boy you gonna die today
try me i got that razor blade
i go to sleep with that baby k
dta never be lackin’
stupid boy, you don’t want no static
i bash your head like a f-ckin’ piñata
talk some more, i’ll see you mañana
scared boy you don’t want no drama
p-ssy boy say “hi” to my llama
f-ck your gang and f-ck your momma
i got the world on the back of my shoulders
you want some war, i got my soldiers
i’m trapping bricks the size of boulders
got that heat, but i stay so colder
stay f-cked up b-tch i’m never sober
two perks got me feeling so high
pop a xanax bar, i’m touching the sky
so f-cked up, b-tch i don’t wanna drive
wanna get it all you can see it in my eyes
tryna be the best, i ain’t living no lie
bangin’ on my chest, she tryna get high
wanna f-ck now and she gonna get the pipe
smoke a backwood, i’ma call it a night

- julius the superb lyrics

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