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yella beezy – headlocc lyrics

[intro: yella beezy & young thug]
say jt (ayy)
i said i’m on my young n+gga sh+t with this one, you feel me (ayy)
and i got the streets too, you know (ayy)
(blame it on monstah) i got it, i got it
i got it, i got it, i got it, i got it, i got it

[chorus: yella beezy]
ayy, i got your b+tch in a headlock
f+cked on the b+tch and i sped off
hit the girl, lookin’ for red dots (headlock)
kickin’ b+tch sh+t ’till my legs lock
what the f+ck n+gga? them fed costs
.223 knock a b+tch head off (headlock)

[post+chorus: yella beezy]
young+young+young n+gga ’round me rouge+ish (rouge+ish)
you ain’t gotta ask, i’m totin’ (totin’)
big+big .45, i’m focused (headlock)
i bust a n+gga head open (open)
k!llers outside their store (store)
and i put the play in motion (headlock)

[verse 1: yella beezy]
hey, hey
you bumpin’, i hope that you ’bout it n+gga (’bout it, n+gga)
got all of my lil’ n+gga ridin’, n+gga (ridin’, n+gga)
and that sh+t that gon’ make you come out it, n+gga (headlock)
got uzis and choppas n+gga (choppas, n+gga)
cuffin’ that b+tch and she garbage, n+gga (garbage, n+gga)
i shoot her a text, she come swallow, n+gga (headlock)
we ain’t worried ’bout him
we+we ain’t worried ’bout sh+t (nah)
he so tender d+ck
i can send the play his way (why?)
’cause he still worried ’bout a b+tch (ooh)
these n+ggas say they gangsta (ooh)
talkin’, “rah, rah,” but he ain’t really murkin’ sh+t (huh)
he ain’t really hurtin’ sh+t (huh)
in the car with him and gotta be careful, lil’ b+tch
’cause it’s gon’ get him
he’ll be the first one to snitch (ooh)
he’ll be the first one to switch
the first one to b+tch, he’ll be the first one to trip
ah, sh+t, d+mn, look at this, mm
what happened to the tough time?
n+ggas just bumpin’, that’s bluff time
i swear my lil’ n+ggas clock time
fifty n+ggas with me, gotta pop smoke
comin’, hey

[chorus: yella beezy]
hey, i got your b+tch in a headlock
f+cked on the b+tch and i sped off
hit the girl, lookin’ for red dots (headlock)
kickin’ b+tch sh+t ’till my legs lock
what the f+ck n+gga? them fed costs
.223 knock a b+tch head off

[verse 2: young thug & yella beezy]
ayy
i+i+i pour up the purple potion, ayy
i made lil’ mom give the bullsh+t, ayy
the coupe is all white like it’s lotion (headlock), uh, ayy
you talkin’ like hoes and they noticed
ak, it can stop all your motion
i put some on your head like yoshi (headlock)
i bought the patek at saks
ask the b+tch for her hip and it’s sn+tched (woo)
that lil’ b+tch comin’ back like i’m crack (woo)
i told that b+tch, “gucci, my slacks” (slatt)
i hid guns and shotties in back (slatts)
pay the cops to cover my tracks (like)
get the mop, too big for the spatula (the mop)
she had came on my d+ck, then i sped it
can’t go back, we too far for the straggler (yeah)
get them pounds out the bags and we bag it up (yeah)
i hit [?] the sounds on the davins truck (woo)
then i told the lil’ b+tch get her caddy up (woo)
through the cartier scope, i see they mad at us (ha)
yeah, i see they mad at us (yeah)
with the black ‘ventador and we sped it up (skrrt)
got a baddie and she ain’t american (yee)
that lil’ shopping bag, i’m in america

- yella beezy lyrics

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