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sosamann - lock it down lyrics

[intro]
mhm, know what i’m sayin’
lil’ gas backwood
know what i’m sayin’, we gon’ lock this sh-t down, though
when the spot locked down, sh-t is off in a day, hey

[chorus]
fendi house shoe cost me fifteen hundred
hit up the mud, it’s a deuce or somethin’
got me some p’s and i sold some onions
caught me a n-gga, he started runnin’
i had to make me a way
got hundred rounds on the k
heard he had somethin’ to say
i want all the money, gon’ get it today, hey
lock it down, lock it down, lock it down, lock it down
run in the spot and we lock it down
your b-tch say i’m fresh just to wipe me down
i hit up my jeweler, just ice me down
phew, lock it down
lock it down, lock it down, lock it down, hey

[verse 1]
hey, run in the spot, had to lock it down
the b-tch was too bad to knock her down
she say her ex n-gga a f-ckin’ clown
my diamonds they dancin’ like james brown
and christopher
i told lil’ mama don’t interrupt
and i won with the fox, but no vivica
make a lot of that bread just like cinnabon
i just counted up 20k, two days
got all these white b-tches like hooray
that n-gga right there goin’ too brazy
was servin’ that white just like food trays
quick to take off your top like a toupée
d-mn, got sticks and them choppers with me
g might call ’em down but them boppers with me
i’m presidential like obama with me
i’m droppin’ bombs like osama with me
i’m rocked out like nirvana in me
the white b-tch like madonna to me
i tell her to rack it up
while i just continue to smash it up
like lego, we stack it up
i got right behind her, she backed it up

[verse 2]
i hit up my jeweler to ice me up
had to run in the spot just to get it up
i do not want the b-tch, i ain’t feelin’ her
she do not want see you, you ain’t spill enough
d-mn, my diamonds they wet like a dam
i’m really who i say i am
had to keep up the tennis like vam
but i bought her first, she had them bands
i be everywhere just like a stamp
knock a n-gga out just like the champ
knock a n-gga out just like i’m ali
rumble you, man, then sting just like i’m a bee
i’m countin’ up cash while i’m on a beach
f-ck the da, you know we ain’t takin’ pleas
f-ck the cops, they k!lled dame, may he rest in peace
f-ck the judge, she gave joe 8 years
i’m sippin’ on lean, i don’t do the beer
i’m cuttin’ up steak, i don’t do the deer
my beef with the n-gga, well, he a queer
d-mn, i know you a regular-degular
i hit up the plug on the cellular
one thing about life, gotta level up, hey

- sosamann lyrics

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