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Fatpocket - Live From The Trenches [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fatpocket
Fatpocket
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stevon Bruten
Stevon Bruten
Lyrics
Daniel Schnabel
Daniel Schnabel
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gentle Beatz
Gentle Beatz
Producer

Lyrics

Ayy, ayy (What they do?)
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (What they do?)
Ayy (Boy, what they do?)
Hit the mall, blow a check, I do that when I please (I do)
Steppin' on they neck, boy, I do that shit with ease (Yeah)
My trap doin' numbers, but it's closed on Sunday
My drive-through swangin', shit look like Chick-fil-A (Ayy)
I been ran up a check, yeah, boy, I'm just like Nike
This ain't the first time I had two bad bitches dykin'
Feel like a porcupine, how they had stabbed me in my back (It do)
These shoes I got out Neiman Marcus just cost me a stack (Yeah, yeah)
Girl, you pretty, I wanna eat you up just like some noodles
Treat you like a rich bitch, I might go buy you a poodle (I might)
Drive this bitch just like I stole it, it come from the dealership (Yeah)
I just sent this bitch to college, she say I'm her scholarship (I am)
I can show you how to be a boss, you gotta pay attention (Look at me)
Mismatching designer, rockin' Louis and Givenchy (Louis and Givenchy)
I was chillin', lettin' shit slide, now I'm back outside (Oh)
Gettin' money, me and all my guys, yeah, we back outside (Oh, oh)
Pounds in the trash can, Pocket do the dishes (Dishes)
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy)
Pounds in the trash can, Pocket do the dishes
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy)
Pounds in the trash can, Pocket do the dishes
Live, live, live from the trenches
I done seen them birds, I won't say no words (Uh-uh)
This shit I deserve (Ayy, yeah), hit the mall, splurge (Frrt)
Yeah, my scale dirty, Rollie say 11:30 (30)
**** talk a bunch of shit, but they pockets hurtin'
Boy, my trap phone ringin' (Brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt), all my chains hangin'
Forks stretchin' out that dough (Yeah), hear the pot clankin' (Uh,. uh)
SHit, I like big bitches and I like small bitches (I like all bitches)
She want a trap **** who jumpin' off the wall in it (She do)
Pounds in the trash can, Pocket do the dishes (Dishes)
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy)
Pounds in the trash can, Pocket do the dishes
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Live, live, live from the trenches (Ayy)
Pounds in the trash can, Pocket do the dishes
Live, live, live from the trenches (Trenches)
Written by: Daniel Schnabel, Stevon Bruten
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