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LOCS
LOCS
Composer
Justice Jenkins
Justice Jenkins
Lyrics

Texty

Hunnid racks and we got us a dance Swivel headed cause we at it again Struggle different got it out of the sand if I'm coming different then she got a new man Lines crazy cause I'm high in demand Eyes lazy cause I'm high in demand In the kitchen where I lay out the plan If they fucking with it then I'm out of the jam Haters on me cause they seek out the best Getting late I'm bout to seek out the rest Ain't no telling what I pull out the vest Its hunting season for the rats and the pest Karma coming bout to lay her to rest Do it fast and prolly clean up the mess Told me shut up with some doubt on your chest When you know I'm crazy how you sign up for death One day ima have a lot of money And designer aint gone be a problem for me Take a flight to Paris with some Prada on me All my niggas saying that they proud of homie Got some homies that gone need a hand I got some homies that gone need a band I got some homies that ain't really homies Cause they trynna cut a homie when they can So I keep pushing on em had to lay em down And put the cushion on em Oh you thought it was over who bought a house at 23 And kept it fucking pushing on em I done shook up on em Ain't enough to kill me gotta bury me Better go deeper than 6 to be sure Giving out game to niggas like a charity Gotta be bigger than me to do more Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it Spread the money like a virus And wave it in front until a nigga tired Im sick of the people trynna get me wait Sick of you people trynna get me fired up Taking a shot or two of Captain Morgan In order to see the message in the bottle Got to the bottom it stated you got em Now its time to hit the motherfucking throttle Yeah there's some bending but its never folding You holding for homie but you never told him How you was patrolling on his shorty rollin And bussing her face down like a rollie (that's fake) Earn my stripes by going foreman on em It's so hot in this bitch that they pouring on em And the ladies dripping niggas tripping on him Wonder how he got so many foreigns on him I am a K.I.N... G K... I... N... G Running the G... A... M... E G... A... M... E Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it Ima just pray on it Hold on just wait on it
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