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creed b good - pockets كلمات أغنية

[intro]
ayy, yeah
(creed b good, creed b good, yeah)
look, yeah, look

[verse]
racks up in my pockets, i’m about to hit the fendi store
[?] on, i’m about to make like twenty more (of course)
many men don’t like me, it’s about to go be many more
i don’t like my grandma’s house ’cause i got to do many chores (nope)
i’m talkin’ many chores, i’m finna pop it off
cherry on it just to top it off, finna knock it off
when i switch the flow, i go insane, i’m in a white room
grab the broom, then i dust these n_ggas, and i mop ’em off
knock ’em out, then i put my phone out to bluetooth
then i put that drill to his head, ’cause he got loose screws
belt to ass season, bb simon, and we whoop you
street performer, pull up to new orleans with a voodoo
diamonds dancin’ off my middle finger like a weddin’ ring
see you at the playground, knock you out, you hit the renegade
spazzin’ on the track, the whole album, i’m finna shut the game
rub my pockets out the [?], i’m still gettin’ paid

- creed b good

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