Drake - Deep Pockets (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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Drake - Deep Pockets (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Dressed in fatigues, I rep
the East with my trustees
Smokin' on crushed leaves
They turn they back on everything
we built, then they must bleed
I've seen splatter hit the snow
when the blood freeze
Straps over territory they
know we must keep
Get home and white Air Forces
get brushed clean
Back when my mama would
interrupt sleep
To tell me hurry up 'cause
the bus leaves
Summertime heatwaves, I used
to just cut sleeves
My shorty really love me, man,
she want me to cut keys
I can't do that normal type
of life, is it just me?
Niggas steady try to ride the
wave, but it's rough seas
I'm losin' enough sleep
dealin' with envy
And the news that they sent for
me got the block in a frenzy
It's on Meech like it's trendy
Runnin' round from Laurier to MacKenzie
when the city's empty, yeah
Early twenties, but I want fifties,
hundreds, not pennies
I need plenty
Got me ready to flip the
F out like Fendi
Whatever's in me, it's takin' over
I gotta bust it down, break it open
Until somebody starts takin'
notice, then we rollin'
Yeah, then we rollin', then we rollin'
Deep pockets on a nigga, I
can't find my phone in
Now we rollin'
Look
Back when Big Apple sold dreams,
I stuck to my own thing
Back when the house that I own
now was my home screen
Before I'd ever hit the road
and feel like the home team
Runnin' missions
Pyramid schemes just
like the Egyptians
Back when hotlines were still flippin'
Now I'm seein' money off of hotlines
blingin' but it feels different
Transitions, plans switchin', ambition
Mindin' my business, buildin'
a business, et cetera
Inspired by a few, but my mind really
drives itself like Tesla
I always had a little somethin' extra
Back when Corey was our sole investor
And the car could get from A
to B, but won't impress ya
Look, I ain't no baller
Still need my accounts longer like the
way my nephew's gettin' taller
My soundtrack is the second Carter,
dreamin' of acceptin' offers
And easin' tensions
Keepin' family out of East Detention
And out of Pine Hill Funeral Center
Spots we got no business enterin'
Back when Jill Scott was the
apple of my afrocentric eye
I had to find a way to get
someone's attention
Then we rollin', then we rollin'
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