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blittz - lock arff remix lyrics

[intro]
yo, what them know about lock arff?
wah? road get lock arff
face get chop arff
wah? steel and copper
wah? everyting lock arff
what them know about lock arff?
ayo likkle man
what you know about lock arff?

[hook]
wah? everyting lock arff
wah? road get lock arff
wah? steel and copper
wah? road get lock arff
wah? shutdown lock arff
wah? everyting lock arff
man are big man ting
what you know about lock arff?
wah? everyting lock arff
huh? steel and copper
when we do road act, man
everyting lock arff
huh? everyting lock arff
what? everyting lock arff
whoa, steel and copper
wah? road get lock arff

[verse: big tobz & blittz]
yo blittz, niggas say they ain’t on spinning
like say we ain’t #winning, no f-cking cosign or bringing
it’s mad, yo tobz, were we not hard since the beginning?
how many times do we have to k!ll it? that’s the realest, real talk
say your money makes noise but it’s coins though
talking about boss and your boy’s broke
talking ’bout you get 20s and 50s
blud, you’re only getting them voice notes
heartless and my crew’s so solid
since channel u, we’ve been tryna get gwopping
can’t miss the one, i’m not on a long ish
them man are too broke to even pay homage
any riddim what them have, i’m strapped to k!ll that
presence so good, i make santa feel bad
gyal move, whip, heads turn when i drive
i caught that b-tch staring, i had to wheel that
got my load up, it’s her favourite sight
then she wanna check out like online shopping
started with a dm, she said i’m her type
we’ve already gone past words, now i’ve got my login
better hide your queen when the cheque comes
gyal watching the dough, i need bread ‘nough
if they want a grand prix, i’ll f1
if she don’t give me space, i’ll jet son
fake badboys, i’m too fed up
you wanna cover up and lie but you’re bed, cuz
’bout murders, ’bout m-o-bs
stop talking ’bout ms, you don’t get none
we move more than a benz of a cl-ss
man have got laser shots like quasar
them man are talking ’bout mac this and mac that
i can’t believe all the bars that you make up
i don’t know potter but i talk to paper
you’d think i was jinxed how they call my name up
i ain’t whipped, anytime i get bored, i change up
had to tell that b-tch buy a car, auto trader
busy on the strip, she ain’t getting naked
and i was going up and down like 7, 8, 6
i’mma show man and i ain’t demonstrating
hold a toast and i ain’t celebrating
me and blittz f-ck the game, that’s cold play
cold play on the roads but it’s no game
it’s mad
are you listening? real say
in your bms way before i had a beemer
i tell a hater nyam wood like a beaver
these hoes wanna get saved, i ain’t peter
f-ck that, i don’t want a check, he can keep her
your gyal lock arff, she’ll get lock arff
talk nonsense pon my phone, get lock arff
scamming ain’t dead, square still get pop arff

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