OUT OF POCKET

You know how I'm comin' April sun in calabasas
Nah this ain't no regular girl, now she a bad bitch
You look even better when you layin' on a mattress
You know what it is, girl, I got you livin lavish
I got you livin' lavish, I'm all about that action
She said she wanna tap in, I got that thing clappin
I might have to go and get my money on the backend
Sneak me through the back door so I could break your back in
Hey, lil' mama, can I be honest
Yeah, I get around, but you might be the finest
It's what's inside of you, got me wilding
Things that you do got me out of pocket
Who else do you know that got you geekin' out your body
Dancin' on me, girl, that's the yoga and Pilates
When I met you, I didn't know I hit the lotto
Baby girl, they could never do it like us

No, no, no, you ain't like them other hoes, girl, I'm your medicinal

You got fear of missin' out, but you hella thiccy, though
Man talkin' bout where you at, what this nigga trippin' on
And she brought her bad lil' twin, they identical
Sexy, flexy, Mrs. incredible I just want somethin' to eat, ayo, she nice with it
I don't need a hoochie, you know that I see hella of those
Baby, bring me a drink and put some ice in it

Me no like for play with shit on my time, but girl, you're like a movie Stop and rewind,
Mi never had a worry I know we stay tight, it can get dangerous
in this life

Aye, lil' mama, can I be honest
Yeah, I get around, but you might be the finest
It's what's inside of you, got me wildin

Things that you do got me outta pocket
Who else, do you know they got you geekin' out your body
Dancin' on me, girl, that's the yoga and Pilates
When I met you, I didn't know I hit the lotto Baby girl, they could never do it like us

No, no, no, no bother mi nerves, no bother mi nerves
When I see that thing move, no bother me nerves
Your type is wife, girl, straight from the get-go
Blue under, Benjamins, UNC retros

Hey, they wanna know how I been doin' fantastic
I been on the same thing, all up in my bag shit
Hustlin', we maintain, we gon' keep it active
Brody, let that thing ring, put him in the casket, oh yeah

Prepare to meet your maker, I'm comin' out like Jamaica
With flavor I'm gettin' paper, don't hate the player, just hate the game
We ain't the same, I shoot faders like KG
Name my Ruger, Buda Baker, keep it on me, safety

I like the way you brush your hair
And I like them stylish clothes you wear
Now I like the way the light hit the ice and glare
I can see you movin' way over there

Hey, lil' mama, can I be honest
Yeah, I get around, but you might be the finest
This what's inside of you, got me wild
And things that you do got me out of pocket

Who else do you know that got you geekin' out your body
Dancin' on me, girl, that's the yoga and Pilates
When I met you, I didn't know I hit the lotto
Baby girl, they could never do it like us

They could never do it like



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Writer(s): King Cheech
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