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letra de headlock [remix] - kiiloh

[intro]
yeah

[chorus]
d-mn, that lil b-tch got body (huh)
really hope this b-tch ain’t no thotty (huh)
really hope i could take her to follies (huh)
really hope this b-tch got no mileage (huh)
i get fried, i start folding my eyelids (huh)
get so fried, i don’t know what the time is
it’s getting late, yeah, i hope that she ride it
don’t wait too late, yeah, don’t be too late, yeah (yeah)

[verse 1]
i said it’s too late
twin serving bowls in the morning, got’ bake
monkey nuts take off your shoulder, no bape
i cannot say that lil’ hoe got no cape (huh)
f-ck that b-tch, then hit record on that tape
i don’t got the key to your heart, no atake
i don’t need a key, i push start up the tank
i don’t need to chief it, i rolled up the stank
chop sing like alicia, i don’t need no shank
f-ck i look like really puttin’ my hands up
f-ck that lil’ thot, she move around like a dancer
who she feel like, b-tch, you called me a cancer
she said it’s my sign
d-mn, i still don’t give a f-ck
i put three fingers up and said, read through the lines
d-mn, i just f-cked up the truck, the lil’ cadillac truck
i just scuffed up the side (huh)
slimey gon’ shoot for a buck, you bet’ duck
i take yours if you take one of mine (huh)
pop that lil’ perc, i got stuck in balenci
but still got that ricky my spine (huh)
b-tch, i’m so geeked, i start noddin’ in lenox
but i do that sh-t every time
if i go up, she go down every time
built like a model, tryna make that b-tch mine
[chorus]
d-mn, that lil b-tch got body (huh)
really hope this b-tch ain’t no thotty (huh)
really hope i could take her to follies (huh)
really hope this b-tch got no mileage (huh)
i get fried, i start folding my eyelids (huh)
get so fried, i don’t know what the time is
it’s getting late, yeah, i hope that she ride it
don’t wait too late, yeah, don’t be too late, yeah

[verse 2]
huh, i still put that wock in my fanta (huh)
i still gotta walk with my hammer (huh)
i still pop that molly santana
still talk to god even though i’m a sinner
i got two lives like i’m hannah montana (huh)
all red, it look like santa (huh)
all red, i was really wildin, got the b-tch on meds
b-tches on a bottle, got the b-tches on tes
now the b-tch don’t wanna bottle, yeah, she want the whole keg
yeah, we started from the bottom, so my n-ggas gon’ flex
all this money started piling, got the hunnid growing legs
all this money get the b-tches choppin’ off they whole head
i just want the noggin, told her go head
diamonds on the island, wrist a goldfish
amg slidin, chop the whole head
(amg slidin)
[chorus]
d-mn, that lil b-tch got body (huh)
really hope this b-tch ain’t no thotty (huh)
really hope i could take her to follies (huh)
really hope this b-tch got no mileage (huh)
i get fried, i start folding my eyelids (huh)
get so fried, i don’t know what the time is
it’s getting late, yeah, i hope that she ride it
don’t wait too late, yeah, don’t be too late, yeah
d-mn, that lil b-tch got body (huh)
really hope this b-tch ain’t no thotty (huh)
really hope i could take her to follies (huh)
really hope this b-tch got no mileage (huh)
i get fried, i start folding my eyelids (huh)
get so fried, i don’t know what the time is
it’s getting late, yeah, i hope that she ride it
don’t wait too late, yeah, don’t be too late, yeah

- kiiloh

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