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LOCS - DON'T [Official Lyric Video]
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LOCS
LOCS
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LOCS
LOCS
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Justice Jenkins
Justice Jenkins
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Don't tell me what to do Don't tell me how to move Don't tell me what to prove Don't tell me how to turn the fucking place up Don't tell me what to do Don't tell me how to move Don't tell me what to prove Don't tell me how to run this fucking cake up Lets be honest fuck ya kindness I Am a king so kiss my highness I See beyond the vision given I Love you cuz I love my children I Flip the script don't read between the lines Take the throne and keep it cuz it's mine Life has gotten harder to decide Will I let em live or let em die Itching round you niggas got a allergy to broke shit Yeah it happened right in front of me but I don't know shit All the negativity can make it hard to focus Make me wanna go and catch a body, Dej Loaf shit For the likes souls are sold and hoes get bold and Niggas fold for what they think is right but Karma comes around to fuck ya life up Fuck the net prefer to hold the mic up Get yo ass up this a motherfucking fight song Hear me loud and clear I ain't even turn the mic on Couple things I wanted so I had to put the sights on Even when the life going left, I be right on Fam heard the music they surprised that I talk like this Oh well that's me Take a good look in the mirror if they asking for the truth I can tell a motherfucker that's me Now Don't tell me what to do Don't tell me how to move Don't tell me what to prove Don't tell me how to turn the fucking the place up Don't tell me what to do Don't tell me how to move Don't tell me what to prove Don't tell me how to run this fucking cake up Listen to the words that I say Shoutout to K Dot the flames hot send a bullet flying to brainspot The fames here I just gotta handle the lame shots Don't miss once all my hitters ordered to aim twice And heaven only knows when I'm ready to drop mic The false hype leave em with a bark and a false bite Distasteful walking out the jeweler with frostbite Only betting on me Threaten what I love roll the clip like at Sony Leader of the pack I'm a chief like I'm Tony Know that for the dough I'm on top pepperoni Shooters taking noodles for the cheese macaroni Settle for what If it's not what I asked then I'm taking it up If she not throwing ass then I met her for what Call the cops ten minutes for the Lambo to cut Don't tell me what to do Don't tell me how to move Don't tell me what to prove Don't tell me how to turn the fucking the place up Don't tell me what to do Don't tell me how to move Don't tell me what to prove Don't tell me how to run this fucking cake up
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