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“Pocket change”

(Chorus):  I’m just adding up my pocket change, from a nickel to a dime Shorty you’re so fine, dam I love the way you shake that thang. Yea yea and these niggas think that their shit don’t stink so all their dimes gonna end up in my piggy bank. (repeat)

(Verse 1)

 Like a rear-view I spotted Shorty as she blew though,

Déjà vu’ got her ass in a daze too,

She looks like she about 18 to 22,

With brown eyes and thick thighs standing bout 5’2,

You niggas know how the (name) do, when I come through,

Got your Chickie’s wanna come too

And Shorty like the way I’m clutching on my dick,

Like a sports agent she wanna be my draft pick,

Whisper in her ear blow her wig like ashes,

Palm the ass kid; squeeze the Charmin without asking,

Got her flashing, on her man he got his ass kicked,

And his boys pointing fingers and they laughing,

So don’t stunt kid or be put in a casket,

Now I got his dime by the hand and I’m grasping,

Buy out the bar Ma, Drive my car Ma,

Lace you up and place you up here wit the stars Ma,

Shorty like the lock up, she keep the cock up,

Riding the cock as if it were a stock car,

Abra Cadabra, Hocus Pocus, Kama Sutra, She’s in the Lotus,

Butt naked comin out her panty hoses,

And she noticed,

The vine hang below nine, I banked dat dime,

Now I got her losing focus when….

(Chorus)

I’m just adding up my pocket change, from a nickel to a dime Shorty you’re so fine, dam I love the way you shake that thang. Yea yea and these niggas think that their shit don’t stink so all their dimes gonna end up in my piggy bank. (Repeat) 2 X’s

I got this Shorty on my goal line she in my home,

Like Hester in his prime ran it straight up the zone,

Between her thong,

I’m going long,

Play for play so you know I got my helmet on,

Like David Copperfield she got magic in her eyes,

Staring up at me she passed at the top of her class,

And the way she dance like the porn star Pinkie,

Clapping on dat ass made the twinkie pie wink me,

She clapping on dat ass you would think she was the clapper,

Clap on; clap off with no adapter,

With speed like Andretti, curves like the Indy,

She heat like spaghetti, with nerves girls envy,

Shorty’s independent, Bank she got plenty,

My piggy bank full of dimes I got many,

No I’m not Avant but I can take thee to ecstasy,

Keep you close like a shadow, keep you next to me,

Sexing me, sexually, you and I especially,

Constantly testing me, without you stressing me,

Network you like Verizon,

Brighten your horizon,

Gnaw don’t speak Ma, I can see your reply when,…

(Chorus)

I’m just adding up my pocket change, from a nickel to a dime Shorty you’re so fine, dam I love the way you shake that thang. Yea yea and these niggas think that their shit don’t stink so all their dimes gonna end up in my piggy bank. (repeat continue out)