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Correct Pocket Watching Lyrics
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Jose Guapo
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Correct Pocket Watching
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[Intro] Ay man you know Don't count me out till I stop countin' money (Bitch) Yeah [Chorus] Keep my money on me [?] And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don't drink no bombay And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play All that pocket watching niggas doin', we gon' laugh at y'all All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao I'm in the front, I ain't ever been in the back of y'all And my earrings look like some fuckin' basketballs, ah [Verse 1] Bitch I graduated from the streets, I got me my diploma I put biscotti in my Backwood, fire it up, I love the aroma I get with your bitch, you know I'm gon' bone her I'm rockin' V-lone, you know I'm a loner I ain't a hippy, you know I'm a stoner Get hit with the stick, you gon' be in a coma, uh I'm in that [?] on the back streets We throwin' 1s in [?] and we fifty deep Go to [?] and make it rain, now we can't see our feet They like my style, they like my drip, they say I'm so unique And I'm never cheeks Serve you at a meet & greet You trippin' 'bout your main ho, I fucked that ho like last week Money stackin' up, I stack that shit up to my knees I'm makin' plays, I'm puttin' that shit together, Drew Brees [Chorus] Keep my money on me [?] And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don't drink no Bombay And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play All that pocket watching niggas doin', we gon' laugh at y'all All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao I'm in the front, I ain't ever been in the back of y'all And my earrings look like some fuckin' basketballs, ah [Verse 2] Yeah, earrings hit like Pacquiao I don't know 'em, who is this guy? Why he tryna dap me down? I walk in the club with my strap, they don't pat me down And all they fake Instagram models, yeah they at me now, yeah (Fuckin' for some cheap liquor and some hookah I know you, I'm a king like muthafuckin' Martin Luther Please don't push me, I'll shoot you And the money sign?) That's my marker [?] I'm 'bout to slam a nigga bitch, Lex Luger And everybody gettin' hit, whoever next to you Cold heart, [?] coats for the winter She talkin' shit but she gave me head on the Sprinter [Chorus] Keep my money on me [?] And I stay pourin' up lean, no I don't drink no Bombay And that bitch better be bad like Beyoncé If she ain't bad like Beyoncé, she get no play All that pocket watching niggas doin', we gon' laugh at y'all All this ice around my neck, yeah it hit like Pacquiao I'm in the front, I ain't ever been in the back of y'all And my earrings look like some fuckin' basketballs, ah
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