Pocket Knife Songtext

Burger Man

von Easy On The Mustard

Pocket Knife Songtext
T-Lo
See a side of niggas out here rappin' 'bout guns in they songs
FNs, Dracos, ARs
We a different breed of niggas
See us? We carry pocket knives

Rappers nowadays love to talk about guns
But me, I tote that dagger and I slice some shit for fun
I'm bored and got the urge to rip open a nigga tongue
So when I pull up, I suggest you niggas run
Yuh, ayy, yuh
Burger Man, burger damn
Shawty is a burger fan
Selling me her buns
Oh well, I guess that she's a burger stand
Get it? I said I guess that she's a burger stand
Poked her in the sheets
So now it's time to hit the burger dance
One knife, two knife, red knife, blue knife
Run up on Burger Man and I promise you die tonight
Watch the way you talk to me
'Cause I ain't always too nice
Get to throwing out
Bitch, you would think it was a food fight
Abracadabra
Mind if I axe ya?
Wanna meet the switchblade?
Wanna meet the dagger?
I'm not tryna shoot some shit
Bitch, I'm just tryna stab ya
Fuck that shit you talk
Let's get it up like viagra

Pocket knife, pocket knife
Yes, I keep that pocket knife
Move with that bitch on my hip
You ain't gon' get shot tonight
Pocket knife all in my shoot
Pocket knife up on my waist
Pocket knife up in his gut
Pocket knife rip through his face
Pocket knife, pocket knife
Yes, I keep that pocket knife
Move with that bitch on my hip
You ain't gon' get shot tonight
Pocket knife all in my shoot
Pocket knife up on my waist
Pocket knife up in his gut
Pocket knife rip through his face

Walk around purging
It's Burger at your service
Y'all call yourselves the shooters
Well all my niggas surgeons
We snipping everybody, everybody get to murkin'
We snip your bros and hoes
Shit, we'll even snip the virgins
Shoot, no
Drive by in the coupe, no
Shoot up at the roof, no
"Do you guys recruit?", no
Slash and dash all in yo' ass
'Cause that just be my move, ho
Knock 'em out the park so you can call me Albert Pujols

Now do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, yuh, ayy
Run up you are done
Bitch, I'm tryna see some blood
People ask me why I be like this
I tell 'em, "It's because I keep that—"

Pocket knife, pocket knife
Yes, I keep that pocket knife
Move with that bitch on my hip
You ain't gon' get shot tonight
Pocket knife all in my shoot
Pocket knife up on my waist
Pocket knife up in his gut
Pocket knife rip through his face
Pocket knife, pocket knife
Yes, I keep that pocket knife
Move with that bitch on my hip
You ain't gon' get shot tonight
Pocket knife all in my shoot
Pocket knife up on my waist
Pocket knife up in his gut
Pocket knife rip through his face

Now do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, ayy
Now do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife, ayy
Do the pocket knife
(Pocket knife)
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