100 lyrics for "Lock it, lock it, lock-lock it, lock it, lock it"
Oh, Mama, can this really be the end To be stuck inside of Mobile With the Memphis blues again Oh, the ragman draws circles Up and down the block I’d ask him what the matter was But I know that he don’t talk And the ladies treat me kindly And they
PlaySuck it and see, you never know Sit next to me before I go Jigsaw women with horror movie shoes Your love is like a studded leather headlock Your kiss, it put could creases in the rain You're rarer than a can of dandelion and burdock And those other
PlayThe square root of a kilo is me nigga We gon' have it locked Cause we the only thing to talk about If Michael Jackson came alive right now He'd ask you to smoke one for him So in his honor You niggas Spud Webb, coming up short Think you're Dee Brown,
PlayYou ring me often nightly At precisely nine tight Nigga never off But you were one time like 10 o'clock But that's life B And you are my wifey You look right with your hair to the side Blue jeans, nice shoes and a yellow top Likes tunes from bashment to
PlayBitch, I'm doing digits, all business, big business See me on the block? Mhmm, bitches still business See my dick off in her mouth? Yep, bitches still business Ye said, "Kill em all" God the only witness I'm set, sunset Put it down for the team that I
PlayYou all know when we pullin' off the lot Brake, hit the button, then we pullin' down the top Shine's on stuntin' and I'm pullin' out a knot Strapped with the glock, won't pull it out a lot But front, I'll make it pop Y'all don't do it how we do Niggas
PlayBaby you fix me I'd be crazy baby, lost forever Blowin' around in stormy weather Like a bunch of dead leaves I'd be a boarded up house on a dead end street Old Chevy on blocks, leakin' gasoline Oh it ain't hard to see Broke down is where I'd be
PlayI'm not out of place, I'm from outer space Give me everything, take it all away Lock me up and then throw away the key Kick me down and then talk about my state Kick me out the house? Should kick your ass out the house Call me a piece of shit? You’re a
PlayWho shot me, but ya punks didn't finish Now ya bout to feel the wrath of a menace Come on, come on (take money) Grab ya glocks, when you see Tupac Nigga, we hit em' up I think y'all gonna like this next song When this song drops, I want all the West
PlayGotta work me out, make it real Better lock this down, better box it up Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Just can't stop, once ain't enough Ella me tiene pegao Stuck on a feeling Gotta make it count, stuck on a feeling Quisiera besarla (mirala) No
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