STORi - PocketBOOK lyrics
rate meMy name will leave you stained and you won't complain
You won't be the same, that's one bad ass dame!
I never wait in line, that's a waste of time
When I like, it's mine
I turn up to unwind
I see you looking, you want my pudding
But don't you try touching,
Or else you will get seen!
My bag got some heat, go ahead ask about me
Just cause I look sweet, don't mean a goddamn thing!
Hook: (x4)
Grab it, click it, cock it!
Grab it, click it, cock it!
Grab it, click it, cock it
I keep that thing up in my pocketBOOK
I don't normally, sip on Hennessy
But I swear that dark, brought out the light in me!
I feel like shining, I'm not high, I'm gliding
My vibe got you flying
This tune got you sliding!
I do what I want, then I want some more
And then I get it all, it's just a phone call
You need to get like me, and not care about a thing
If someone run their mouth, don't be acknowledging
Hook: (x4)
Grab it, click it, cock it!
Grab it, click it, cock it!
Grab it, click it, cock it
I keep that thing up in my pocketBOOK
It was all good, til she showed up
With that click-clack in her handbag
I said excuse me I don't mean to brag
But this girl here, she keep the strap
So its Gucci bag, four, five
Fendi bag? Nigga baby nine!
Extra bullets, no make-up
That's real nigga, no Maybelline
Don't make the mistake of
Thinking that you're fly! No mam!
Cause when that bag open
Bullets might just fly!
Your hoe wanna box, no! But my girl do no boxing
Your hoe might get shot, thinking my girl ain't about it
Your hoe brought her friends, my girl brought her strap
Them hoes they changed their mind
When that strap came off her lap, bitch!
Grabbed it, clicked it, cocked it
'Cause losing ain't no option
Keep your pretty ass in that mirror
Cause this action, bitch ain't about it
You can't say a nigga ain't warned you
You can't say I ain't saved your life
My home girl Stori, bitch, be about that life, yeah!
Always keep a full clip
Well equipped, grab then click
You've just been picked by that bitch,
You're legit now!
Bitches on your dick now - sick how
Things'll turn around like click - wow
Buy the cow, the milk is worth the fee
Kosher/Halal - No taste for free
Everybody wanna piece - commodity
My stock wouldn't drop in this economy
So I modestly give no apologies!
Hook: (x4)
Grab it, click it, cock it!
Grab it, click it, cock it!
Grab it, click it, cock it
I keep that thing up in my pocketBOOK
Thanks to Kamilla for correcting these lyrics
