paroles de chanson 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
1 Go Mode
2 Piped Up
3 It's Over
4 Snot
5 Outta Pocket
6 Ocean
7 Act Up
8 Crescendo
9 Go Mode - Remix
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