PapeMakin - Hurt Pockets

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Been out here livin' dirty, my pockets used to hurtin
Now the hoes flirtin', I think this shit workin
You are just a bum, I can make you my worker
Shorty got her ass, done wanna be 4SHO mag
All that talkin' all crazy, it get you toe tagged
In the trap, got sumn shh in my duffel bag
You only rock dem jeans, cause it got that purple tag
And you knew you was a bum, Why would you even let him crack
Exit 8 on the lodge, I'm back in the trench
You got a wack jumper, coach put you on the bench
You be actin' like a lil' girl, throwin' a lil hissy fit
And see that chop, ring around the rosie, it hit you in your shit
Okay, you can rap, but I'm better than you
I'm so kind to her, knocked her straight out her shoe
All you do is make pain songs, rappin' bout your pockets
You don't even got no sauce, cause you can't find the outlet
You be on some fluke shit and got your ass outted
All that pillow talk you doin' to the hoes, you gotta stop it
You only live once, so you better come and cop it
Take that risk, stop actin' like a lil' kid
I keep cryin', we gon' spin, spin, spin
And your girl rock with me, she my number one fan
When you hear pape makin', just know I'm comin' hard
He gon' die early, at the age of 30 smokin' tar
Rappin' bout designer, he don't got, he ain't up to par
In the D on Davidson, lookin' for some eats
He be talkin' all crazy, now his ass restin' pee
Been out here livin' dirty, my pockets used to hurtin
Now the hoes flirtin', I think this shit workin
Been out here livin' dirty, my pockets used to hurtin
Now the hoes flirtin', I think this shit workin
You are just a bum, I can make you my worker
Shorty got her ass done, wanna be for 4SHO mag
4SHO mag

Written by:
Alexander Smith

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