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Memory Lane x Outta Pocket Video (MV)




Performed By: Burdienyc
Language: English
Length: 2:30
Written by: Joel Burdie




Burdienyc - Memory Lane x Outta Pocket Lyrics
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I feel like I'm dreamin'
I pray to god before I hit the road
I know they wanna take a nigga soul away
So I keep it wit' it
Just incase a nigga wanna play
I move how I gotta move, that's accordingly nigga
They onto me nigga
I know what they wanna do
Try to stop a young nigga from winnin' the race
I'm at my own pace
I'm hittin' 100 down memory lane
I swear I can't take all this pain
I poured up a cup got me cuttin thru lanes
I'm losing my mind think I'm going insane
I'm pressin' the gas I might crash it
Got her flipping like she was a gymnastic
F*ck a bank account I got it in cash bitch
Double my profit I'm making my bag flip
I know that they hatin' I laugh to the bank
So go and I make me some more and some more again
I lose it and make it back
I'm a hustler baby
I been thinkin' bout lambos and bentleys baby
I make 'em sick to they stomach they hate how I pull up, I'm lookin' ode
They whippin' a foreign it's runnin' on E
Richard Millie quarter millie a piece
I feel like I'm dreamin'
I pray to god before I hit the road
I know they wanna take a nigga soul away
So I keep it wit' it
Just incase a nigga wanna play
I move how I gotta move, that's accordingly nigga
They onto me nigga
I know what they wanna do
Try to stop a young nigga from winnin' the race
I'm at my own pace
I'm really done wit' my old hoe
I been hittin' some new jawns
Lil bro on the phone and he told me he miss me
He said I been gone for like too long but I'm back bro
Nigga I cannot lose, I'm used to winnin' I win and I win again
Pull up and hit her friends, said she love how I hit it I'm breakin' her back bro
Me and my niggas we got us a new name
They call us the bag bro's, is that why you mad bro
Cause we outta pocket we f*ckin' these bad hoes
Under pressure I don't fold, that pressure burst pipes
It makes diamonds yeah nigga I know
Nigga I'm back on the road
The nigga that f*cked on your hoe, yeah nigga that's me
That's me
That's me
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English

I feel like I'm dreamin'
I pray to god before I hit the road
I know they wanna take a nigga soul away
So I keep it wit' it
Just incase a nigga wanna play
I move how I gotta move, that's accordingly nigga
They onto me nigga
I know what they wanna do
Try to stop a young nigga from winnin' the race
I'm at my own pace
I'm hittin' 100 down memory lane
I swear I can't take all this pain
I poured up a cup got me cuttin thru lanes
I'm losing my mind think I'm going insane
I'm pressin' the gas I might crash it
Got her flipping like she was a gymnastic
F*ck a bank account I got it in cash bitch
Double my profit I'm making my bag flip
I know that they hatin' I laugh to the bank
So go and I make me some more and some more again
I lose it and make it back
I'm a hustler baby
I been thinkin' bout lambos and bentleys baby
I make 'em sick to they stomach they hate how I pull up, I'm lookin' ode
They whippin' a foreign it's runnin' on E
Richard Millie quarter millie a piece
I feel like I'm dreamin'
I pray to god before I hit the road
I know they wanna take a nigga soul away
So I keep it wit' it
Just incase a nigga wanna play
I move how I gotta move, that's accordingly nigga
They onto me nigga
I know what they wanna do
Try to stop a young nigga from winnin' the race
I'm at my own pace
I'm really done wit' my old hoe
I been hittin' some new jawns
Lil bro on the phone and he told me he miss me
He said I been gone for like too long but I'm back bro
Nigga I cannot lose, I'm used to winnin' I win and I win again
Pull up and hit her friends, said she love how I hit it I'm breakin' her back bro
Me and my niggas we got us a new name
They call us the bag bro's, is that why you mad bro
Cause we outta pocket we f*ckin' these bad hoes
Under pressure I don't fold, that pressure burst pipes
It makes diamonds yeah nigga I know
Nigga I'm back on the road
The nigga that f*cked on your hoe, yeah nigga that's me
That's me
That's me
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Writer: Joel Burdie
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