Cxution - Outta Pocket Lyrics

Lyrics Outta Pocket - Cxution



Aye
Aye, Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye, Aye
Aye, Aye, Aye
Look I'm bored let's get to cooking
Damn you sexy caught me looking
Hotel room is what I'm booking
Running the track so you know I am Booking it, Hooking it, Cooking it up
One night like a hook up
One flight had to book up
Wanna fight them pull up
Fuck her nice now she shook up
Like a tree yea she stuck up, Huh
On the beat bout the fuck up, Huh
She a Treesh so shut up, Huh, Huh
Don't talk to me
I need my space yea I need privacy
All in my face like who you tryna be
Get hit with this K, It'll blow you away
Have you running like race, so stay in yo place
And you broke like a vase, uh
Now I am booming the base, uh
Now my suit fit like a case
Won't catch me tripping stay checking lace
Like scottie I'm pippin got hoes tryna chase me
They wanna face me
Not to be tested so don't try to ace me
Gone yea he dipping y'all chicken like pastry
Shots to the face, Tell me how it taste b
Tell me how it taste b, tasty?, Have a little nigga laying eight feet under
Nigga don't know me, Godspeed and the bass Be hitting like thunder
Slumber, Hot like summer, treat em like a zombie had to hit 'em with the blunderbuss
Nigga you a lame in the front of the bus
BG we killers so fuck with us
Please, got you chick on her knees
Flow so cold bout to sneeze
Ah, Ah, Achoo
Shawty show me what it do, oh
Nigga head shaped like a cube, few
Nigga waiting on there lease
Ghetto like Keisha
Nigga talk down we paint em Mona Lisa
Slice em like pizza
Swiper no swiping I'm swiping my visa
Visa, Fit is retro like vita
Beat her, Shout that young nigga Issa, Uh
Car is faster like a cheetah, Uh
I could take her or leave her, Uh
Ain't going cap she a diva, Evil, To my stress she a reliever
Huh, Shawty move like an amoeba
Don't fuck with cappers, well captain me either
Uh, throw it to my receiver, Don't catch this heat You might just catch a fever
Uh, I was gone had to re-up
Moving strong doing knee-ups
Uh, Make sure that my nigga's eat up
She talking wreck-less the pussy I beat up
Mm, Beat up
Please nigga move you seat up
Had a fat ass had to peep her
Nigga I'm gone, I'll see ya
Later, Sorry I'm chasing this paper
Haters, they steady talking mater
Hater, I have you name in the paper, running like A pacer, Y'all noisy like neighbors I'm gone



Writer(s): Antonio Williams


Cxution - Go Time
Album Go Time
date of release
12-02-2021



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