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Shoppin' Cart Video (MV)




Performed By: Philly Avid
Length: 2:10
Written by: Jeffrey Holden, Philly Avid




Philly Avid - Shoppin' Cart Lyrics
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Pocket buzzin' carry weight like my phone ringing
Money on my line with 50 bitches wanna tongue ring it
Flash a couple dollars man these niggas always chump changing
Got a super soaker in they video thats punk faking
Boat leg-ged how she walkin told er I put in that fight
Hit the box left and right now she callin all night
I don't hit er back f*ck is that, never wife a thotty that ain't where it's at
Never that she got hella boddies (Wait)
What you talkin bout , if you ain't gettin fetty
Lame broke niggas talkin like they finna check me
They the same broke niggas think it's cool to act petty
Air heads niggas brain lookin like pasketti (Ewww)
215 got my name held high, Got em askin for a picture cause I pop in real life
And these haters feel a way got em feelin some type
But I could give a flyin f*ck write it down on a kite
(Wait)
Bitch nigga back back you can't kill my vibe
I don't f*ck wit dutchys man my life just keep me hella high
Gotta make my mark on my city it's about that time
Killin every flow and I swear I'm nowhere near my prime
In the tuck cause these niggas be plottin'
I gotta keep it on the hush money movin in silence
Couple hittas to my left and you know that they ridin
Incase a nigga feelin frogy they make noice if u try it they singin
Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na Na
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Pocket buzzin' carry weight like my phone ringing
Money on my line with 50 bitches wanna tongue ring it
Flash a couple dollars man these niggas always chump changing
Got a super soaker in they video thats punk faking
Boat leg-ged how she walkin told er I put in that fight
Hit the box left and right now she callin all night
I don't hit er back f*ck is that, never wife a thotty that ain't where it's at
Never that she got hella boddies (Wait)
What you talkin bout , if you ain't gettin fetty
Lame broke niggas talkin like they finna check me
They the same broke niggas think it's cool to act petty
Air heads niggas brain lookin like pasketti (Ewww)
215 got my name held high, Got em askin for a picture cause I pop in real life
And these haters feel a way got em feelin some type
But I could give a flyin f*ck write it down on a kite
(Wait)
Bitch nigga back back you can't kill my vibe
I don't f*ck wit dutchys man my life just keep me hella high
Gotta make my mark on my city it's about that time
Killin every flow and I swear I'm nowhere near my prime
In the tuck cause these niggas be plottin'
I gotta keep it on the hush money movin in silence
Couple hittas to my left and you know that they ridin
Incase a nigga feelin frogy they make noice if u try it they singin
Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na Na
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Writer: Jeffrey Holden, Philly Avid
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