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lil eazzyy - outta pocket lyrics

[intro]
go, uh
(hugo)
go
uh

[verse]
daily, they make up assumptions ’bout who with it
they ain’t lookin’ at the stats, my numbers k!llin’ n+ggas’ feelings, i ain’t chillin’
n+ggas want me gone, i say let’s get it
i ain’t never duckin’ sh+t, you want some beef, then i’ma grill it
put me in the stu’, then i’ma k!ll it
stack it taller than the ceiling, ain’t no limit on my chicken, is you kidding?
b+tch, i been the sickest, in these ‘miri jeans
i done made a hundred on that block and that’s before the fiends
can’t ignore the cheese
when that paper get to callin’, i be quick to leave
sippin’ wock straight out the pints, you know i love the lean
never been the one to snitch, though, i’ll never sing
fell in love inside the trap, i almost bought a ring
get your b+tch up out my face, she thought we was a thing
it was just a fling, this ain’t billie jean
got a pound of weed
drop it to my migo in the ‘go, he bring me back the green
b+tch, i been up in the lead, bein’ rich was just a dream
now i’m gettin’ rollies for the team, what you mean?
n+ggas do some good, and then they act like it’s a deed
better get your good in, karma creep up like some weeds
and i won’t be the one that they gon’ put up on that poster
keep a toaster no matter what, i love the holder
got up on my sh+t and now i’m meeting with my broker
thuggin’ on the t, that sh+t had turned me to a soldier
straight up out the chi, where every winter, it get colder
start off with n0body, ain’t no cryin’ on no shoulders
go get you some money, b+tches foldin’ like folders
so don’t go waste your time, ’cause b+tch, you only gettin’ older
twin ‘nem say that we on go, then we on go
if it’s smoke, glizzy wipe the smile away like a bad joke
n+ggas stuck up in them trenches, yeah, they had hope
then they gave it up for that fent’, they sellin’ bad dope
mama don’t know what to do, ’cause all her kids choke
had a dream of playin’ all them sports and f+ckin’ bad hoes
n+ggas give up on they goals and turn to sad souls
better go and get it while you can, you movin’ too slow
steppin’ in this money, you in sh+lltoes
bl!cky strapped up on my waist like it’s velcro
yeah, you gettin’ all that product, it won’t sell though
stupid b+tch, she tryna smoke my weed, i told her h+ll no
[outro]
stupid b+tch
stupid b+tch
go
go
go
sleeze money
yeah
stupid b+tch tryna smoke my weed
f+ck wrong with her?
(okay)

- lil eazzyy lyrics

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