a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de locking shit down - thf lil law

[intro]
(horridrunitup)
ayy, i’m one of the handlers, man, f-ck the law
we layin’ belt, y’all know that now

[chorus]
came in this game lockin’ sh-t down, all that playin’ and sh-t i ain’t do
yeah, when sh-t get took in the ‘raq, who they call for it back? go ‘head, tell the truth
yeah, f-ck the law came in lootin’ and sh-t, they tryna find somethin’ to do with dude
yeah, had a sit down with the label and they dropped the cash, the opps, they screwed
yeah, i really got in my depth of my bag and sh-t, i can brag and sh-t
yeah, f-ck i look like goin’ back to the bottom and dealin’ with havin’ sh-t?
yeah, he play with me knowin’ that i’m really a problem, i laid in his grass with a switch
once this b-tch go off, you can’t get away, don’t even try to run and sh-t

[verse 1]
yeah, cut off the controller stick, ain’t ’bout to play with no n-gga or b-tch
popped out the dip, f-cked a n-gga up, in a few days, comin’ back through this b-tch
that n-gga say that he f-ckin’ with us, you must check his nose, that n-gga done sniffed
and i’m tired of screamin’, “free all the bros,” i’m wishin’ them n-ggas was here
soon as they call the phone, i’m turnin’ ’em up, i’m like, “bro, listen to this”
i get to beatin’ her out, i’m poundin’ her down, she get to screamin’ and sh-t
i’m really holdin’ ’em down and know how it go, n-gga, they made me sit in that b-tch
goofy-ass n-gga tryna keep up with me, but i’m in the track’, this b-tch got a kick
i lose the d-cks in every high-speed, when i hit the gas, the b-tch gon’ get
i threw my music right to the streets, they grab my sh-t like, “law, this sick”
and i go savage for cash, the labels, yeah, they wanna grab me, it’s [?] like this
and i don’t give no f-ck ’bout no grammy, as long my brother ‘nem happy and gettin’ them packages in
n-ggas had left, i stayed down, i got this sh-t right, what i actually did
nah, i ain’t one of them, period, i got the strap in the gallery joggin’ pants
nah, i ain’t playin’ and i’ma spin, and blow like a ceilin’ fan
n-ggas, they went out bad, n-ggas, they went out sad, i’m on that
n-gga, go ask did i f-ck on his ho while he go down
yeah, when i was done, i went on the run and made her f-ck foenem
my opps, they ain’t on nothin’, they be uppin’ guns, but they do not blow them
i ran up my funds and bought some more guns, it’s nothin’, n-gga, we can throw down
yeah, i got some more rounds
[chorus]
came in this game lockin’ sh-t down, all that playin’ and sh-t i ain’t do
yeah, when sh-t get took in the ‘raq, who they call for it back? go ‘head, tell the truth
yeah, f-ck the law came in lootin’ and sh-t, they tryna find somethin’ to do with dude
yeah, had a sit down with the label and they dropped the cash, the opps, they screwed
yeah, i really got in my depth of my bag and sh-t, i can brag and sh-t
yeah, f-ck i look like goin’ back to the bottom and dealin’ with havin’ sh-t?
yeah, he play with me knowin’ that i’m really a problem, i laid in his grass with a switch
once this b-tch go off, you can’t get away, don’t even try to run and sh-t

[verse 2]
yeah, i came in the game, these n-ggas be lame, they dissin’ the gang, they dyin’
i’m really one of them n-ggas who speak for the trenches, i ain’t told a lie in one rhyme
guys be askin’ me, “law, what the f-ck is you doin’? why you in this car tryna slide?
we already know that you with it, but you in position where could take out all the guys”

- thf lil law

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS