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letra de locked in - lou gram

[verse 1: poloboy nunu]
same gang, same hood, i don’t switch sides
probably take me longer to blow up, ’cause i don’t d-ck ride
spray the block and switch the whip, i let my stick ride
9 iron [?] make my b-tch drive
f-ck my n-gga [?], he went fed, ’cause he [?]
n-ggas don’t believe in k!lling rats, ’cause they’ll fold up
heard that i wasn’t welcome in my city til i showed up
with 20 thousand hanging out my pocket, and i pulled up
shawty think i need her, say she love when i be nice to her
b-tch don’t even know that i’d leave her for a pint of wok
daggеr on a k, i’m like a cook, i’m tryna slice the opp
you wasn’t tryna f-ck til i got lit, you for thе hype or not?
i’m gon’ need a lawyer just to [?] up all these dirty stacks
had to sell from flint, ’cause i just blew me about 30 racks
[?] i take a loss, just like a tit for tat
hear them n-ggas dissing, i’m like ok, i got a switch for that

[verse 2: nipscogang foreign]
can’t believe n-ggas think that they can f-ck with me
i’m the one, but i got two hoes f-cking me
every chain, you know i got a watch to match
half a million dollar car parked at the trap
let that sh-t [?] whatever bar i’m in
got options, you will never know what car i’m in
[?] our mans
get that sh-t how i got, i went all in
these [?], i ain’t f-cking with no purple pants
[?] you will never catch [?]
[?] money, [?] locked in
how the f-ck you getting money, you ain’t got a band?
[verse 3: lou gram]
diamonds dancing, i ain’t never gotta dance
i ain’t going with your b-tch, ’cause it’s a glizzy in my pants
n-gga, look the wrong way, we’ll hit you and your mans
[?] run off wit the pack, we’ll get you [?]
i got a quarter million on, booling in the crib
all these f-ck n-ggas do is cap, take they ass to [?]
we ain’t smoking newports, brodie, pass the cigs
he ain’t tryna do nothing, he done passed [?]
what the f-ck i look like? i don’t look twice
say you real, but your brodie snitching, that don’t look right
let me see that pyrex, you don’t cook right
i’ma live bury you, you said you need a book, right?
b-tch, i got every [?]
make the white disappear, b-tches think i’m [?]
i get [?] ’cause i’m moving fast
how you buy a chain before a crib? boy, you moving backwards

[verse 4: peezy]
i just dozed off, dreaming ’bout a hundred m’s
nicknamed my shooter nut, ’cause all he shoot above the rym
overheard a b-tch say i’m broke, i told her “come again”
just tell the f-ck n-ggas [?] yeah, we coming in
if i can’t bring it in the club, i ain’t coming in
[?] used to want jordans, now he want a benz
better watch your tone with me, n-gga, i ain’t one of them
keep hands in everything, they don’t know it’s him
half a million worth in jewelry, but i’m chilling though
f-ck the judge and the jurry, let my n-ggas go
n-gga scared to wear his chain, what he get it for?
b-tch, i really do the street sh-t, you just really broke
67 diamond links chains, call me [?]
every n-gga with me getting paid, i’m a billi goat
i’m tryna quit the drank and got sick, had to get some more
how the f-ck you [?]

- lou gram

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