POCKETLINT lyrics

[Chorus]
Lick on my c*ck, lil' b*tch, then throat it like lozenges
That n*gga talk all that sh*t, all he hold is pocket link
Vivian and Rick di*k, she f*ck with my fashion sense
There's blood on my Travis', and I might just crash this whip
Lick on my c*ck, lil' b*tch, then throat it like lozenges
That n*gga talk all that sh*t, all he hold is pocket link
Vivian and Rick di*k, she f*ck with my fashion sense
There's blood on my Travis', and I might just crash this whip

[Verse]
I'm tired of all of this
I'll run for president, b*tch, I'm not votin'
You all up on Instagram with them guns
Ain't shooting sh*t, then why is you totin'?
Slam me like Hulk Hogan
She got a coco nose now she voguing
I'm 'bout to row, row, row in her ocean
She want a world trip, b*tch, get goin'
I'm dyslexic, I text your b*tch and she still get naked, uh, uh
Disrespected, I f*cked that thot then she gon' regret it, uh, uh
Still gon' spread it like some mayonnaise
She called her man 'cause I gave her a headache
I shot his ass then gave him a bandaid
Getting this grain, it's lookin' like good day
[Chorus]
Lick on my c*ck, lil' b*tch, then throat it like lozenges
That n*gga talk all that sh*t, all he hold is pocket link
Vivian and Rick di*k, she f*ck with my fashion sense
There's blood on my Travis', and I might just crash this whip
Lick on my c*ck, lil' b*tch, then throat it like lozenges
That n*gga talk all that sh*t, all he hold is pocket link
Vivian and Rick di*k, she f*ck with my fashion sense
There's blood on my Travis', and I might just crash this whip
Lick on my c*ck, lil' b*tch, then throat it like lozenges
That n*gga talk all that sh*t, all he hold is pocket link
Vivian and Rick di*k, she f*ck with my fashion sense
There's blood on my Travis', and I might just crash this whip
Lick on my c*ck, lil' b*tch, then throat it like lozenges
That n*gga talk all that sh*t, all he hold is pocket link
Vivian and Rick di*k, she f*ck with my fashion sense
There's blood on my Travis', and I might just crash this whip