Skizzy Mars - Outta Pocket RMX lyrics

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Skizzy Mars - Outta Pocket RMX lyrics

[Hook: Chippy Nonstop] Outta pocket Outta pocket Out, out, outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket [Bridge: Chippy Nonstop] Outta pocket, you know that the doctor's in Outta pocket, you know that the doctor's in Outta pocket, you know that the doctor's in Outta pocket Out, out, outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket Out, out, outta pocket [Verse 1: Aquaforce] From Paris with love, b**h that's X and Os Put coke on my dick head, now she got twice the blow These hoes be outta pocket like an 8-ball Got a pooh stick for her to put her fanny on Redhead, tight dress with no panties on Two things I'm paranoid of, blondes and cops If you don't like what I'm saying then fast-forward the song Put your b**h in the full nelson and get my Hogan on [Verse 2: G-Eazy] Wow, th-th-this is remixture Money talks b**h, you can't even f**ing whisper Make beats and rap, I am Blade, I am Whistler Don't give me your CD, I am not a good listener Your moms is a MILF, I can picture me with her Mixtures with spritzers and liquors, playing Twister Flicked around the spinner, got on top of her and kissed her Then dicked her, said she was deprived so I fixed her [Hook: Chippy Nonstop] Outta pocket Outta pocket Out, out, outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket [Verse 3: Sonny Shotz] Call me Mr Sonny Money or whatever all the kids say I been running game, in my city I'm a sensei Fit for a king, 'cos I walk like Zeus and I'm under each and everything you bring to the booth I'm a beast, I'm a God, I'm back at this, so savage sh**, you average b**h Got a bag of tricks to bag your chick and I only wrote this to laugh at it (ha-ha-ha) Yeah, that's why the whole world look amazed And if they heating up, good, 'cos we love filets, son It's always f** It I'm Young [Verse 4: Skizzy Mars] Hey b**h I'm smoking in London, my ascension was easy And my future looks sunny, b**h I'm at Barney's with some racks on racks YSL, superfly man f** what you heard These debit n***as never gave me the credit that I deserved Bring some girls home, watch glisten wine sipping Talk about the record I sold, b**h, I'm Tristan b**hes who smell like fly fishing with their night vision Top floor, penthouse lifestyle's what I'm living [Verse 5: Chippy Nonstop] Saying hey, no matter what it costs I run this sh**, b**h you know I'm the boss I'll f** your b**h, I don't even gotta run I'll be shooting all your hoes with my stunner gun Ride with your girl in my black Lamborghini Making all them pretty b**hes, oh so giddy I like to get a little freaky swagging out, geeking Tweaking young, Chip Squad, I salute my chop Where they hang out, where they where they hang out? Where they hang out, where they where they hang out? I salute my chop, where they where they hang out? [Hook: Chippy Nonstop] Outta pocket Outta pocket Out, out, outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket Outta pocket

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