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pocket juice – 40 blow lyrics

[intro]
d. rein
ydna

[verse 1: pocket juice]
aye, do this sh+t, cuz i’m a f+ckin’ scum
lose a bet, why you run
steady talkin’ won’t do none, start my truck
b+tch, i’m crusin’ through my city high as f+ck
that’s just where it’s at, taz gang f+ckin’ sh+t up
you a simple basic mother f+cker, talkin’ sh+t, you get f+cked
put that 40 to your skull, it’ll come in clutch, i ain’t never p+ssy
up in any situation, b+tch, why you twitchin’ boy?
came through with a fully loaded on me, doin’ crime
surfs up, surf super soakin’, charged as f+ck, swingin’ at a p+ssy n+gga
he ain’t tough, pull up, eyes on road, 214, you ain’t show, that so
p+ssy hoe, too slow, i’ma make that 40 blow

[verse 2: triine]
pull up behind the coupe, shoot, shoot, on your dumb ass
watch me pull that skrt, they don’t know my worth
heavy with the work, b+tches steady lurk, i can see you upset
don’t mind pull a nine empty out the duffel bag
gang in this b+tch, tommy fully loaded, pointed at your face
make a n+gga b+tch give me face, swanton bomb in that cl+t
every n+gga in the gang hit, talk sh+t, talk sh+t, hit him with that pump
he a easy l!ck, i know you don’t know b+tch
ski mask lights out, ski mask lights out

[verse 3: 6ix9ine]
pump to his chest, 40 in the tec, run up, leave him wet
his b+tch gave me neck, sippin’ on that tech
keep that chrome on my side, split his head wide
on that type of time, n+ggas down to ride, i ain’t gotta lie
you would think your b+tch love me when she calling my phone
she keep blowing up my sh+t, i told her, “leave me alone”
this b+tch wanted me to f+ck, i only wanted the dome
heard his n+ggas talking sh+t, but they don’t want no smoke
when i get that f+ckin’ mop, it’s a different approach
n+ggas think that they a giant, but they really a roach
n+ggas choke, when it blow, big pole, with a scope
no reload, watch him fall, 40 blow him down the road, gang

- pocket juice lyrics

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