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letra de locked in - blac youngsta & dee mula

[intro: blac youngsta]
(tahj money)
you p-ssy ass n-ggas know what time it is
n-gga, when i step in the booth (gang, gang)
even when i step in the streets too, p-ssy
you know what the f-ck up, you know i’m the truth (swear to god)
don’t play dumb, p-ssy (i don’t need no charge)
act like you got sense

[verse 1: blac youngsta]
i be shooting out here, car did i drive
’cause i bought my sh-t (skrrt)
walk him down with this chopstick, he can’t slide
i caught that b-tch (grr)
left an opp head bent over in this ride
for talking sh-t (p-ssy)
you know i ain’t gon’ play by my lil’ guys
we spark and sh-t (gang, gang, gang)
i can’t even lie, i ain’t been the same since i lost my n-gga, g (yeah, yeah)
that’s my dawg out memphis, cutthroat r-t-rded, he was just like mе (they took my dawg)
that’s the reason i don’t sprеad no opp today, that sh-t’ll bother me
i put extendos on my glock every time, it f-ck up your airdrie
red got out from facing like twenty-something years
so they took him right back off the streets (free red)
i’ma make his bond, i don’t really give a f-ck what it cost
i’ma let my dawg back off the leash (yeah, yeah)
i know some young n-ggas love me to death
they’ll die by me, they’ll rob my me (gang, gang, gang, gang)
i know some bad b-tches f-ck with me
’cause that sh-t a hunnid they be tossing me (p-ssy)
heaven count, we loyal, boy, you dumb, you think ’bout crossing me (we loyal)
4pf my fam and i f-ck with baby, that boy, he ride for me (four pockets full)
cmg, we like irony, i keep them shots with me (gang, gang)
i ain’t need no n-gga ’round with me ’cause them n-ggas didn’t rock with me (gang, gang, gang)

- blac youngsta dee mula

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