Pocket Full Of Furl Lyrics by Unlv

Pocket Full Of Furl Lyrics

    Where the furl nigga? where the earl nigga?
    Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
    Tell me where the furl nigga. where the furl nigga?
    Gonna get ya fuckin' mind right.
    Where the furl nigga? where the furl nigga?

    Chorus:
    I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
    So won't you go and get the earl!!
    (hello!)
    I got a pocket full of furl! (hello!)
    And i'm gon' send you in that world.

    I don't give a fuck who you be
    You ain't finna sell no fuckin' furl in that 1-2-3
    You can be tony montana in this bitch with a boatload of furl nigga you still
    Ain't sellin' shit
    Start robbin' niggas back in 1993 and if you come on my set
    Then nigga ya gots to face me
    6 slugs strong comin' straight from that 3
    I'm gettin' you full of that, boy
    Nigga i know you know me.

    Chorus

    Bitch peep me out i'm on the set pushin' that boat
    Listenin' to a nida cuz that bitch brings me joy
    Nigga walked up said he was sick and needed a hit
    And so i tooked the 14 fuck the 6 i can't sweat it
    The seater push my shit cuz i'm tryin' to make a mill
    No time to chill because i gotta pay my bills
    And slippin' in the game, (mm mm)i ain't havin' it
    That's why (when i'm on the set i'm always packin' my gat nigga)
    In case a nigga try to nut up, get bucked up
    And run up and jump up
    I have to leave ya fucked up
    I know my furl be fuckin' with yo' mind
    Cuz it's that torture and your makin' lines(3 whole lines)
    I got that fire, so won't ya come and buy a
    Bag of that hello, downtown niggas door to door

    Chorus

    B.g.:
    Gimme that boy, gimme that dope, i'm bout to go in that world
    Get on the mic, buy big roofers, get a bag of that furl
    It's my money so i bought it
    My nose, so i snorted
    I tried it the first time and you know i got retarted
    I was spooked as the fuck
    Thought that i was in a maze
    That nasty raw had a b.g. like me feelin' dazed
    I went inside draggin' that monkey on me
    My momma dis-owned me
    That furl owned me
    ????????
    I was on that fuckin' b and it had me real lazy
    Now that b.g. graduated got me feelin' real crazy
    I started scratchin' and scratchin'
    Started itchin' and itchin'
    Pullin' my trigger till it's clickin' if a nigga start bitchin
    I got a habit got me trippin'
    Gat right beside me
    Dope got me wanted for 3 armed robberies
    Fuck, i'm trapped
    I need a shoulder to lean
    15 (what you is?)
    A strung out dope fiend

    Tec-9:
    Motherfucker you touch my bag, then nigga you bought that bag
    Niggas leanin' to catch the habit but i just can't have it
    Although i fly all night and serve 'em proper
    The money hungry crimp stopper
    That fuckin' ???
    Nigga hit me with that 580
    If i'm busy i'ma send you to grab my old lady
    Stationary nigga i ain't playin' on the real
    That same torture that brought ya to that other level took a ride bout ya
    And stopped them water ????
    Same dope man look here
    Who would ever thought that dope would take a nigga under
    Sometimes i wonder why all these niggas around me
    Could it be they want a bag of that capital t-e-c
    Goddamn, what a nigga will do for a program
    Who i am, the motherfuckin' dope man
    For sure fall, don't make me go and get my four four bulldog
    Because you know i'm gonna act a fuckin' peer hog
    I got grams, half a gram, bundles and them whole thangs
    I'm all about that 11 5 man

    Chorus

    Yella:
    Just gots to pack it, i'm in the back of the cabby
    Readin dear abby
    Like a cool john dillinger up in the 90's
    Shots open i got just whats the fuck you need
    All you snorters and you shooters come and see me
    I'm on the block with the raw like you never saw
    I got a pouch full of shells from my sawed off
    Hit you in ya habit daddy
    I'm goin' all the way out
    You heard we gots the fire now you startin' to bad mouth
    But we's a click that won't quit
    Got ya bitches sick
    Ya got a bag from the fella now ya full
    The fuck i'm never puttin' over a half up on my product
    Now you can look if you deal with me
    Stay real with me
    And i just might throw you a extra bag
    Issue out some samples, they runnin' like earl campbell
    If you fall short i gots to make you out of an example
    You bitch you (you bitch you)
    And we gots that furl

    Chorus

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