run your fucking pockets - spσσdy lyrics
[verse 1]
you a f*cking b*tch, run up on you with the bl!cky
you can suck my f*ckin d*cky
try to pull up on me, make you run your f*ckin pockets b*tch
15 rounds inside yo body, shootin from the glocky with a switch
k!ll you then i f*ck up on your b*tch
you ain’t about this sh*t all you do is talk on f*ckin twitter
bullet to your dome make your body f*ckin jitter
all you do is spew random f*ckin bullsh*t
help me save some f*ckin ammo and just k!ll yourself b*tch
[verse 2]
(run your f*cking pockets b*tch)
i said lil b*tch run your motherf*ckin pockets
dance on your grave, f*ckin pop it and lock it
stabbing my blade right into your eye socket
said you got a strap but you ain’t got it tucked
9mm in both of his nuts
f*ckin this beat so hard i’m bouta bust
when we tell you run your sh*t we f*ckin mean it
i’m too good at this music sh*t, b*tch, i feel conceited
yeah these f*gs up on my c*ck like they f*ckin need it
stop being a b*tch bеfore i leave you bleedin
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