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drewfrmdastreets - pocket full of stones كلمات أغنية

i got a pocket full of stones and a prepaid phone
all the fiends keep dying cause the dope too strong
blow the doors off the trap serving all day long
brittany blowing up my line god d_mn hold on
7 in the morning, junkies lined up down the street
i’m parking 6 blocks down, they think i pull up on feet
i got 10 gram bags, in the trunk with my heat
and ima bust these b_tches down what you want what you need
you try to rob me boy you going out sad
got ar 15 in a baseball bag
on my hip i got a 40 _ 17 up in the mag
and i’m a blow this b_tch for real and i ain’t saying it to brag
got it bustin, yeah the city in a headlock
same spot for six months straight this sh_t red hot
f_ck the feds i ain’t leaving til the bread stop
you’ll never catch me slipping you will never see my head drop
i’m bout my money i ain’t never been a flunky
you a dummy you would never catch me f_cking on a junkie
i’d rather f_ck a fat b_tch on her period
and eat her from the back boy i’m drop dead serious
i took some losses but i gained me some experience
if you ain’t lived the type of life i’ve lived then you ain’t feeling this
you wanna see the ones that hate the most the ones you chilling with
they wanna see you fall off and go broke, they just concealing it
think i’m cappin go to jail and see what happen
baby mama out here f_ckin, and your dog the one that’s clappin
they ain’t sending you no money
they ain’t picking up the calls
while you fighting in that cell
they knocking pictures off the walls
but don’t get mad, when you get you gonna ball
winners gonna win and losers lose that’s just the law
this ain’t what you wanna hear right now but this that real sh_t
you jump up in the field it’s just some sh_t you gotta deal with boy
(yeah)
jump up in the field its just some sh_t you gotta’ deal with
jump up in the field its just some sh_t you gotta’ deal with
jump up in the field its just some sh_t you gotta’ deal with
the ones that hold you down, thats the ones you keep it real with
you jump up in the field its just some sh_t you gotta deal with
(ay ay ay ay)

i don’t give a f_ck about a hoe or a b_tch
clock running down i’m still trying to get rich
yeah, i really started from the bottom
break the rules you know i fought them
beat the game with a code or a glitch
either way goes i gotta give me a check
couple bad days i ain’t gave up yet
i got a will l got a way _ i got to get paid
i’m selling toothpicks. i’m a keep them on deck
so smooth so cool i won’t break no sweat
watch how you move watch where you step
disconnect your neck when the bullets eject
i won’t make no threats, come at you direct
(yeah)
out here by my lonely
f_cked up no friends no homies
keep your hands to yourself you don’t know me
run up on me, boy i’ll go out like tony i’mshooting like kobe
you ain’t my woady don’t shake my hand
i be chasing them bands you be taking the stand
pull up hop out glock out you ran
all that wolfing at the mouth gonna get you blammed
doing all that rah_rahlike f_ck you saying?
get in that jam you’ll prolly tell on your man
i ain’t with the games, ain’t doing no playing
need to get off my d_ck b_tch you acting like a fan
(uh, yeah)
i do it for the money b_tch you do it for the gram
that b_tch a hoe she’ll do it for a gram
(real sh_t though, i seen her do it)

- drewfrmdastreets

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