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3 deposits - fatpocket lyrics

[intro: fatpocket]
girl, let’s go pull up on g and fatpocket, he make my p*ssy wet
i’m tellin’ you, i’m tellin’ you, haha
what’s his ig? i need to say what he talkin’ ’bout
i don’t know, but it’s somethin’ ’bout his voice, mhm
and you might be right and i heard they got them racks too
let’s go see about ’em, let’s go
flood them racks, okay, water

[verse 1: big homiie g]
woah, three deposit, that’s a sixty ball (ooh)
all this money that i’m having’ll make a b*tch come out of her draws (ho)
p*ssy n*gga always speakin’ on me, i don’t know these n*ggas at all (at all)
when these p*ssy*ass n*ggas go broke, i’ma be the first n*gga they call (h*llo?)
i’m the one like penny (penny), my b*tch rockin’ fendi
i’m the same n*gga in the lamb’ might order a four*for*four from wendy’s (ooh)
i come from the hood, i ain’t bougie (nah, n*gga)
this big*ass strap on me, i bet i use it (i bet i use it)

[chorus: big homiie g & fatpocket]
i got somethin’ for all these bad*ass n*ggas and they brewsters (n*gga, they—)
i’m in this v, stompin’ the gas, playin’ with her coochie (ugh)
she said, “i can’t lie, g, i like all your music” (i like all your music)
“it’s somethin’ ’bout your voice (voice, haha), it make my p*ssy moist” (yeah, yeah)

[verse 2: fatpocket]
they say pocket been gettin’ that bread, what these b*tches said (that’s what they said)
my n*ggas locked in the feds (oh), i’m the one keep them fed
how you ain’t chasin’ all these racks, boy, you must be scared (you must be scared)
you know to stop callin’ her phone when i’m the one in her bed (boy, you know)
we treat the studio like the trap, locked in the kitchen, n*gga (locked in the kitchen)
go ask somebody from out my city, they’ll tell you that i’m the latest (big ol’ boss)
a big ol’ p, i drop some racks for her to redo her t**th (get what you want)
this fifty thousand i be spendin’ when i go see my dentist (bling blaow)
campin’ outside of my house, it’s pounds in the couch (from what i can see)
go catch a flight with all these racks, just throw on your runners (you better not say nothin’)
i still got residue on that scale that i was just trappin’, n*gga (i still do got it)
’bout a half a million worth of jewelry, i ain’t been rappin’ (it’s on the muscle)
[chorus: big homiie g]
i got somethin’ for all these bad*ass n*ggas and they brewsters (n*gga, they—)
i’m in this v, stompin’ the gas, playin’ with her coochie (ugh)
she said, “i can’t lie, g, i like all your music” (i like all your music)
“it’s somethin’ ’bout your voice (voice), it make my p*ssy moist” (make my p*ssy wet)

[outro: big homiie g]
it’s somethin’ ’bout your voice, it make my p*ssy moist
ugh, ha
somethin’ ’bout your voice, it make my p*ssy moist

- fatpocket lyrics

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