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LOCS
LOCS
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LOCS
LOCS
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Justice Jenkins
Justice Jenkins
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Texty

Cars and money Money cars and honeys Thats all I wanted as a youngin I was crawling walking but now I'm running to the vision Big decisions cant tell me god aint listen Peep the digits Zero zero zero, no commas missin Knowledge power Power knowledge listen that's all I wanted as a youngin I was waiting patient but now I'm coming to my senses Big decisions can't tell me god ain't listen Keep my distance Blaka blaka blaka, my problems missin' Who got next in here Who trynna flex in here Who want that war no sweat for me Ill rock the best in here You don't belong in here My clout too strong in here Yeah that's yo queen, but here you go She left her thong in here Back to my shit You know ima get it regardless of what they be on Look at my fit You know ima get it regardless of what I got on, Used to get minimum wage Now I get paid to go hit up a stage and tell em my name Like (hey its LOCS you know the brotha that's gettin' paid) Don't take ya chance with me I ain't for all of that talk on the net I ain't gone lie about rolling with tecks Fellas be sick when I post with they ex Fuck a respect, I only neglect if you were the test, Then I ain't impressed You wanted a dub, got handed a L Been going through hell, you joining the rest Saying whatever just lying and shit If you live on that hill you gone die on that bitch Sigh on that bitch Cry on that bitch Ima go start a lil fire on that bitch (Damn I ain't shit) Washing my sins with enemy tears, Been at it for years, cant fuck up the streak Washing my hands with enemy bands and paving the way I cant fuck up the street Cars and money Money cars and honeys Thats all I wanted as a youngin I was crawling walking But now I'm running to the vision Big decisions cant tell me god aint listen Peep the digits Zero zero zero, no commas missin Knowledge power Power knowledge listen That's all I wanted as a youngin I was waiting patient But now I'm coming to my senses Big decisions can't tell me god ain't listen Keep my distance Blaka blaka blaka, my problems missin'
Writer(s): Locs Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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