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lirik lagu sob x rbe - lockdown

catch me slidin in that benz
n-ggas want smoke
catch me slidin in that ben
got no time for you suckers
b-tch i’m worried bout them bands
bust down
chris brown
i got mother f-ckin dance

yea i do this to the neck
i don’t need no helpin hand
i can’t sleep till i’m rich
i want motherf-ckin vans
if it broke
then don’t sign
n-gga house imma camp
hundred round in that drac
get to shootin till i cramp

i ain’t trippin off no beef
arber hill
we play for keef
knock yo head off yo shoulders
like yo n-ggas on the week
twenty bands for the piece
s.o.b
t.a.g
for the chain
n-ggas reach
got yo -ss put on a tee

im c-cky
n-ggas can’t be gangster
they copy
top me
baby give me head make it sloppy
when a n-gga gone
slide down come and drop me
if you ain’t talkin m’s
you ain’t really tryna sign me

off this henny like a nerd
b-tch i’m geeked up
slidin tryna square you
nerd n-gga better d up
big chop
tryna wet a n-gga team up
if i don’t get it done
fame sliddin for the clean up

ain’t no bud
but you no i’m throwin b’s up
in the party
stick on me
still t’d up
when the cooks gone
i hit drip for that re up
10 bands ain’t enough to get me gone
get yo cheese up

in the coop in la
wit my top down
free da b-tch
why you got her -ss on lockdown
member when i had no dough
i gotta lot now
member when i was at my lowest i’m in top now

i got 25/8
i don’t clock out
posed to be a real n-gga
but you copped out
yea i’m famous but i’m still with the pop out
so try something dumb and get yo stupid -ss knocked down

[cash kidd]

hangin round new n-ggas cause we move different
you ain’t really been through sh-t
you to lose wit it
guch hit that shh
wit that 2
put his shoe in it
yea that’s that dog talk
dr dolittle

yo b-tch made my toes curl
like my shoe little
den i f-cked the b-tch ain’t no
tellin like a crucible
in the club 2 deep
we got 2 pistols
fill yo hole circle up wit led
like a school pencil

test me
i just want the chin like jackie
took a couple losses
all that stackin came in handy
make me
b-tch i’m not yo brother or yo bestie
had to dump nena
cause sh-t was gettin too messy
b-tchs over
i just had a threesome wit my b-tch
now she p-ssed
cause i keep giving her friend all the d-ck
took a pic
fame ain’t scared
felt a clip on my hip
b-tch i feel like a witch
in the whip
it’s a stick
ion rule

n-gga stop flexin that’s my show money
matter fact i dont even think that’s yo money
all she wanna do is suck d-ck and hoe for me
they ain’t suspect the car was stolen
took the snow bunny

yea i set the ham up and target
yea rule been jet
that sh-t got me goin harder
free my brothers lock down
sh-t got me movin smarter
stalk a n-gga wit this big b-tch like the parkers

never snitching on me
had a roll at them apartments
bullets hangin out that boy like arthur
i ain’t lookin for love
i’m lookin for a bidnes partner
yea yo p-ssy good
but b-tch i’m thinkin way farther
b-tch

yea i deserve to get my d-ck sucked
yea seen my old b-tch and put the sticks up
yea thirsty -ss hoes got the hiccups
f-cked me for a shout out
and i still ain’t give that b-tch one

thuggin out in cali
takin pictures throwin 6 up
all these hoes on me
i need to get st-tched up

so much
ice in my ear
b-tch my sh-t numb
when i say that roll in my pants
not no lint roller

hold up let me switch my melody
in the hood wit my cali b-tch
she bangin s.o.b
some of y’all wanna show me what you bought er
aww that’s so sweet
got er workin
bet not swiped yo card at that kfc

asked my og
if i keep strap on me
jitty puff
paint yo face up
rock you back to sleep

loud center pop
patronized zone
best believe
all these deals on the table
feel like i’m at applebee’s
b-tch

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