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slimmy b – lockdown lyrics

[intro]
we love you m.a
baddest b-tch…

[verse 1: slimmy b]
uh, catch me slidin’ in that benz
n-ggas want smoke? catch me slidin’ in that van
got no time for you suckas b-tch i’m worried ’bout them bands
bust down on chris brown, watch that muf-cka dance
yeah i do this to the neck, i don’t need no helpin’ hand
i can’t sleep ’til i’m rich, i’m a muf-ckin vamp
if it’s funk, then outside a n-gga house i’ma camp
hundred round in that drake, get to shootin’ ’til i cramp
i ain’t trippin’ off no beef, over here we play for keeps
knock yo’ head off yo’ shoulders like them n-ggas on the wii
twenty bands for the piece, sob, tag
for this chain, n-ggas reach, get yo’ -ss put on a tee
i’m c-cky, n-ggas can’t be gang, so they copy
toppy, baby give me head, make it sloppy
want 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 score? you nerd n-ggas better d up
big chop, tryna wet a n-gga team up
if i don’t get it done fame slidin’ for the clean up
ain’t no blood, but you know i’m throwin’ b’s up
in the party, stick on me still tee’d up
when the cooks gone, i hit drip for the re-up
ten bands ain’t enough to get me gone, get yo’ cheese up
in the coupe in la wit’ my top down
free da b-tch, why you got her -ss on lockdown? (b-tch)
remember when i had no dough? i got a lot now
remember i was at my lowest? i’m on top now
thuggin’ 25/8 i don’t clock out
‘posed ta be a real n-gga but you copped out
yeah i’m famous but i’m still wit’ the pop out
so try somethin’ dumb and get yo’ stupid -ss knocked down, n-gga!

[verse 2: cash kidd]
can’t hang around new n-ggas ’cause we move different (i can’t)
you ain’t really been through sh-t, you too loose wit’ it
gooch hit that sh-t wit’ a tool, put his shoe in it
yeah that’s that dog talk, dr. dolittle
yo’ b-tch made my toes curl like my shoe little
did i f-ck the b-tch? ain’t no tellin’ like a cool sibling (did i?)
in the club two deep we got two pistols
fill yo whole circle up wit’ lead like a school pencil
test me, i just want the chan like jackie (that’s it)
took a couple losses all that stackin’ came in handy
make me, b-tch i’m not yo’ brother or your bestie
had to dump nina ’cause sh-t was gettin’ too messy, b-tch it’s over
i just had a threesome wit’ my b-tch, now she p-ssed ’cause i keep givin’ her friend all the d-ck
took a pic, fan scared, felt a clip on my hip
b-tch i feel like a witch, in the whip, it’s a stick
on reub, n-gga stop flexin’ that’s my show money (show money)
matter fact, i don’t even think that’s yo’ money (stop lyin’)
all she wanna do is suck d-ck and ho for me
they ain’t suspect the car was stolen, sent the snow bunny
yeah i sent a ham up in target, rip reub and jeff, that sh-t got me goin’ harder
free my brothas locked, that sh-t got me movin’ smarter
stomped a n-gga wit’ his big b-tch like the parkers
never snitchin’ on me had a run at them apartments
bullets hangin’ off that boy brain like arthur
ain’t lookin’ for love i’m lookin’ for a business partner
yeah yo’ p-ssy good but b-tch i’m thinkin’ way farther, b-tch
yeah, i deserve to get my d-ck sucked
yeah seen my old b-tch and put the sticks up
yeah thirsty -ss hoes got the hiccup’s
f-cked me for a shout out and i still ain’t give that b-tch one
thuggin’ out in cali, takin’ pictures throwin’ six 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 rent russ
hold up, let me change my melody
in the hood wit’ my cali b-tch, she bangin’ sob (rbe)
set me up then show me what you bought her
aww, that’s so sweet
got her workin’ bet not swipe yo’ card at that kfc
ask my og if i keep strap on me
jiggy pup paint yo’ face up, rock you back to sleep
loud set, apply pressure, now it’s on best believe
all these deals on the table feel like i’m at applebee’s
b-tch!

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