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f3nix - padlock lyrics

[intro]
(d+mn, always ridin’ with my guns)
(d+mn, choppa bullets hittin’ lungs)
(d+mn, shootin’ that b+tch ’cause it’s fun)
(focus, comrade)

[chorus]
go
i don’t wanna hear like none of that
b+tchin’, just leave me alone
put a padlock on the trap
like don’t hit my phone
there’s too much sh+t up in my mind that i can’t cope
you’re adding more stress in my life
like i’ve had enough
talking ’bout rackies, talking ’bout trap
i’m calling your bluff
you ain’t have no band in your life
like that sh+t tough
you ain’t got no friends in your life
like you is alone
talking like a brick boy, talkin’ ’bout bands
like you got none

[verse 1]
two dumb b+tches and a broad
you can have that
i need to bag me one
and i just need that i know can take that
and throw back sum’
[bridge]
d+mn, always ridin’ with my guns
d+mn, choppa bullets hittin’ lungs
d+mn, shootin’ that b+tch ’cause it’s fun
d+mn, .762’s make you stand down

[verse 2]
hit ’em up with a whole hunnid of rounds
i ain’t flodging, i ain’t f+ckin’ around
dirty closet, ’cause it’s fill up with pounds
dirty money come in different amounts
steady actin’, yeah that boy is clown
all the cappin’, yeah that sh+t ain’t allowed
p+ssy boy runnin’ through all of his checks
ten racks, yeah that sh+t is allowance

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