"Deep in My Pockets" as written by Homer Roderick O'dell, Stokley Mandella Williams, Lawrence El Grecco Waddell, Keirston Jamal Lewis, Ricky Kinchen and Jeffrey Stephen Allen....
When I first saw ya, babe,
I almost broke my neck.
The way you wore that dress.
Damn near finest thing I've seen.
Then you asked me out.
You showed what love was all about.
Liked me the damn.
I found out she wasn't takin' the pill.

[Chorus]
Tryin' to get up deep in my pockets.
Might as well just stop it,
'Cause I know the deal.
Women tryin' to take my crib.
Tryin' to get up deep in my pockets.
Might as well just stop it,
'Cause I know the deal.
You tryin' to take my crib.

You're a professional.
Been in all the videos.
Go where everybody goes.
Your daddy must work for the FBI,
'Cause you knew where to find me,
And you knew I had big money.
But I told ya time and time again:
I ain't no dummy.

[Chours]

I don't want ya, babe. (I don't want ya, babe.)
I don't need ya, girl. (I don't need ya, girl.)
I don't want ya, babe.
I don't like ya, girl.
I don't want ya around me no more.

[Chorus x 2]

You ain't gotta go home, baby,
But you better get the hell away from me.


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"Deep in My Pockets" as written by Keirston Lewis Jeffrey Stephen Allen

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