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Pocket Watchin' Video (MV)




Performed By: Kevin1100
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Kevin Adams




Kevin1100 - Pocket Watchin' Lyrics
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This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
You might've seen me in a chroma-key green Lamborghini
A red M3, a murked out Jeep Cherokee
Probably headed to the beach 'cause we living on the East coast
Shooting B- Roll, for lil beach for the people
In the morning by the sea shore
With a blunt in my hand
I run in the sand, you know what I'm saying
Just to get the shot
Focused on my craft hope to spazz when the beat drops
Heat from the sun and the cops keep the streets hot
Got to breathe, be quick on my feet
Socks and sneaks, flyer than a flock of geese
The drops a jeep
The watch is a G-Shock
So it's mind on my money, money always on my mind
Living in the moment but I'm running out of time
You can die and go to heaved, that's the current paradigm
Or you can burn in hell if you're feeling so inclined
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
A smooth 1250 for the pound plus overnight shipping
Break it down, bag it up, and then get to flipping
If that ain't enough, then tell your girl to start stripping
Or start a business my nigga, quit tripping
Write it off despite the cost then spend the difference
On a new car, throw some D's on that bitch when you get it
Even if it's a Honda Civic
Live below your means is the moral of the lyric
Throw cash in the bank, in case the market drops
Never let them see your stash, 2-faced you might get robbed
I learned that in the past, they stray, I trust in God
Faith on the path I take, adjust the knob
Tune'em out, like I do the devil on a daily basis
Tune'em out like the level of the treble and the EQ on the bases
Tune'em out and don't say shit, get back to getting big faces
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
Yeah
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English

This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
You might've seen me in a chroma-key green Lamborghini
A red M3, a murked out Jeep Cherokee
Probably headed to the beach 'cause we living on the East coast
Shooting B- Roll, for lil beach for the people
In the morning by the sea shore
With a blunt in my hand
I run in the sand, you know what I'm saying
Just to get the shot
Focused on my craft hope to spazz when the beat drops
Heat from the sun and the cops keep the streets hot
Got to breathe, be quick on my feet
Socks and sneaks, flyer than a flock of geese
The drops a jeep
The watch is a G-Shock
So it's mind on my money, money always on my mind
Living in the moment but I'm running out of time
You can die and go to heaved, that's the current paradigm
Or you can burn in hell if you're feeling so inclined
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
A smooth 1250 for the pound plus overnight shipping
Break it down, bag it up, and then get to flipping
If that ain't enough, then tell your girl to start stripping
Or start a business my nigga, quit tripping
Write it off despite the cost then spend the difference
On a new car, throw some D's on that bitch when you get it
Even if it's a Honda Civic
Live below your means is the moral of the lyric
Throw cash in the bank, in case the market drops
Never let them see your stash, 2-faced you might get robbed
I learned that in the past, they stray, I trust in God
Faith on the path I take, adjust the knob
Tune'em out, like I do the devil on a daily basis
Tune'em out like the level of the treble and the EQ on the bases
Tune'em out and don't say shit, get back to getting big faces
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
This my shit, this my shit
This my shit, this my shit
Quit all that pocket watchin'
Yeah
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Writer: Kevin Adams
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