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letra de lockdown - h-b fox

[intro]
a-a-ayo, buddha, run that sh-t back
baow

[chorus: h-b fox]
spinnin’ through with double s, hollows gon’ burn up his chest
i be outside, there ain’t no rest, you a rookie, i’m a vet
these bullets gonna knock him down
free me, if they lock me down
he thinks he up, i take his crown
they cannot spin through my town
like, d-mn, like, they cannot spin through my town

[verse: h-b fox]
please get back, it’s been 6 years, tooka momma rainin’ tears
i slide down if the coast is clear, these 50 cals go through his ears
deadly shooter, no k.i, spun that block, they dropped like flies
run mg on tooka block, and teeski bro, he not my opp
that n-gga dumb, got the gun in this sock
if a n-gga walk through, bet thе 4. hit his top
the pd on d-ck, now i’m up off the spot, i’m d-ckin’ her down, and shе tell me to stop
i’m uppin’ the ak, they got me on hots, i shoot for k’v, he like, “brody, i’m shot”
they movin’ like fiends, they don’t know what to do
them n-ggas move dumb, send them shots at they crew
i keep me a ray, and this sh-t really blue
catch foenem, bet i’ma turn him to stew
now, i got him on the o, introduce him to my pole
your last words before you go, “please just turn me to a ghost” (b-tch)
[chorus: h-b fox]
spinnin’ through with double s, hollows gon’ burn up his chest
i be outside, there ain’t no rest, you a rookie, i’m a vet
these bullets gonna knock him down
free me, if they lock me down
he thinks he up, i take his crown
they cannot spin through my town
like, d-mn, like, they cannot spin through my town

[bridge: memo600]
this 40. makes me look insane
police always suckin’ d-ck
i’m blastin’ sh-t, on foenem grave
please don’t run, i’m with the gang
like, baow, we flockin’ for o’block, n-gga

[verse 2: memo600]
what i jack? don’t drop my 6
good at shootin’, call me clix
cry to mom, you dumb ass kid, this 22, ap on my wrist
k’v nation, 63rd, bullets it him, make him learn
big 600, no return, i’m throwin’ sh-t, like point-return
i’m just chillin’ on that curb
they see me standin’, don’t do sh-t
i’m always ballin’, never benched
he o’block-k, let’s leave him drenched
they always run, like where they went?
i call up gang, we flock out 10
no spina, but, we spin in benz
they way she suck, she like my d-ck
i can’t respond to stupid sh-t
the lmg got crazy range, doin’ sh-t, we leave a stain
i’d get arrested for my gang
marc my words, that n-gga lame
[chorus: h-b fox]
spinnin’ through with double s, hollows gon’ burn up his chest
i be outside, there ain’t no rest, you a rookie, i’m a vet
these bullets gonna knock him down
free me, if they lock me down
he thinks he up, i take his crown
they cannot spin through my town

- h b fox

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