CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : Pocket Watchin’
N***as broke as f**k, y'all be pocket watchin'
Wrote my own scripts, I'm the real doctor
For?my?birthday, I got?a rocket launcher
All these spikes on?my feet like I'm playin' soccer (Nick Down)
Got a foreign?with?no?limits, b*t*h, I'm?Silkk the Shocker
She?gon' suck it 'til I quit, she a pill popper
Five-fifty on this plate, I don't eat Whoppers
Need to come save your b*t*h, 'cause I can't stop her
Sippin' wine up in Louis, I'm a real shopper
Ocean Prime with a dime eatin' real lobster
I like b*t*hes that be bougie, but be real toppers
If Tay around, then it's juice, he a seal popper
If your b*t*h around, we gon' chill after
Ain't no n***as at our party, b*t*h, it's crowded out
I got mad 'fits, but this jacket all I'm proud about
Behind tints, facin' 'Woods, got it clouded out
Nick Cannon in the coupe how I'm wildin' out
She want me to hit it raw, brought the condom out
Hey, if it ain't 'bout no money, f**k you cryin' 'bout?
'Member sneakin' in to f**k at her mama house
F**kin' b*t*hes off my name, I got hella clout
Said he took some sh*t from me? Yeah, I highly doubt
And she ride it like a pro, watch her t**ties bounce
Remember havin' back spasms sleepin' on that couch
Thousand dollar boots, stompin' like I'm upset
Been that n***a, they keep tellin' me I'm up next
With another n***a b*t*h havin' rough sex
Play fightin' with your son, he ain't tough yet
N***as rappin' ten years, still ain't up yet
Takin' hoes on ten dates, still ain't f**k yet
Ruth Chris, ten plates, we ain't stuffed yet
N***as lame, tryna hang, n***a, f**k that
I be chillin' where the killers and the thugs at
All these bags in the club, we got guns packed
Big stompin' in these Christians, it's a bloodbath
Multiplying all these blues, yeah, it's good math
I'ma keep countin' these blues 'til my thumbs crack
Three grams in my 'Wood, where your lungs at?
I was never tryna f**k, where your tongue at?
N***as tryna do a song, where your funds at?
I thought it was gon' rain today, so I put these motherf**kers on
Alright, let me see?
Wrote my own scripts, I'm the real doctor
For?my?birthday, I got?a rocket launcher
All these spikes on?my feet like I'm playin' soccer (Nick Down)
Got a foreign?with?no?limits, b*t*h, I'm?Silkk the Shocker
She?gon' suck it 'til I quit, she a pill popper
Five-fifty on this plate, I don't eat Whoppers
Need to come save your b*t*h, 'cause I can't stop her
Sippin' wine up in Louis, I'm a real shopper
Ocean Prime with a dime eatin' real lobster
I like b*t*hes that be bougie, but be real toppers
If Tay around, then it's juice, he a seal popper
If your b*t*h around, we gon' chill after
Ain't no n***as at our party, b*t*h, it's crowded out
I got mad 'fits, but this jacket all I'm proud about
Behind tints, facin' 'Woods, got it clouded out
Nick Cannon in the coupe how I'm wildin' out
She want me to hit it raw, brought the condom out
Hey, if it ain't 'bout no money, f**k you cryin' 'bout?
'Member sneakin' in to f**k at her mama house
F**kin' b*t*hes off my name, I got hella clout
Said he took some sh*t from me? Yeah, I highly doubt
And she ride it like a pro, watch her t**ties bounce
Remember havin' back spasms sleepin' on that couch
Thousand dollar boots, stompin' like I'm upset
Been that n***a, they keep tellin' me I'm up next
With another n***a b*t*h havin' rough sex
Play fightin' with your son, he ain't tough yet
N***as rappin' ten years, still ain't up yet
Takin' hoes on ten dates, still ain't f**k yet
Ruth Chris, ten plates, we ain't stuffed yet
N***as lame, tryna hang, n***a, f**k that
I be chillin' where the killers and the thugs at
All these bags in the club, we got guns packed
Big stompin' in these Christians, it's a bloodbath
Multiplying all these blues, yeah, it's good math
I'ma keep countin' these blues 'til my thumbs crack
Three grams in my 'Wood, where your lungs at?
I was never tryna f**k, where your tongue at?
N***as tryna do a song, where your funds at?
I thought it was gon' rain today, so I put these motherf**kers on
Alright, let me see?
