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Lil Wayne, Rich The Kid - Headlock (Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Rich The Kid
Vocals
LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Programming
JulianBeatz
JulianBeatz
Programming
BrianXWhite
BrianXWhite
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lil Wayne
Lil Wayne
Composer
Julian Bohorquez
Julian Bohorquez
Composer
Brian White
Brian White
Composer
Dimitri Roger
Dimitri Roger
Lyrics
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Dwayne Michael Carter, Jr.
Lyrics
Gamal Kosh Lewis
Gamal Kosh Lewis
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
LunchMoney Lewis
LunchMoney Lewis
Producer
JulianBeatz
JulianBeatz
Producer
BrianXWhite
BrianXWhite
Producer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Cristal Viramontes
Cristal Viramontes
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Manny Galvez
Manny Galvez
Recording Engineer
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jason Michael Goldberg
Jason Michael Goldberg
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Pull up to the house in something you can't pronounce All of my chains is out Foreign lil' bitch, I'm learning' her language now I know what her name is now But that ain't important If he ain't gang, we extort him I keep my brain on my quota I do the dash, I won't see planes from the motor Stay in your lane and get over Beep, beep, beep, beep, all of these bags I'm a hoarder All of this activist, moving' as fast as a tortoise Been ballin' since way back, back, back Me and Lil Rich we've been ballin' since National Mory I treat the cash like it's garbage The greener the grass in the garden, I'm plantin' a forest Red as the ants in the army Your bitch gon' get F'd like a test, she got class in the morning Moonwalk, let the jewels talk Got sticks, got racks, no pool balls Don't think I won't shoot 'cause I'm a superstar I could shoot for the stars at a shooting star I could walk it like I talk it with my shoes off, soft chinchilla in a villa that's too hard Fuckin' on a lil' bitch, said her boyfriend a crip, cut her off, if she try to give me blue balls She-she twerk one booty cheek She twerk one booty cheek She twerk both booty cheeks, it go boom-boom I got one hoe with me, she got someone for me Let me take off this red and get blue on (mm) Oh lord, oh lord (yeah), she said I got a head she can blow off (ooh) Headshot (ooh), headshot (yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm Oh lord (yeah), oh lord (yeah), she said I got a head she can blow off (mm) Headshot (yeah), headshot (yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock (headlock) That tongue put my dick in a headlock (headlock) She gave me some neck, stuck her neck out (neck out) I open her legs and she stretched out (stretched out) She lay in the bed, and it's wet now (mm) She talk out her head and she melt down (mm) I gave her the J, and it helped out (mm) I gave her the D, and she fell out (mm) Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out (big CEO) You rappin' that shit that you ain't about They really do anything for the clout (clout) His Daddy a rat, he a Minnie Mouse (ha) Ain't chasin' no bitches, we pick 'em out These niggas be lyin', please don't speak on my name She want 15 minutes of the fame Got a young nigga, die for a chain Bought a Cuban link, have him knock out your brain She wanna have a Trust Fund Baby Open up wide, girl just face it I ain't gotta say nothin', she gon' just get naked Young nigga really rich, no, I ain't just fakin' (ha) Fuck is they talkin' 'bout Why they hatin' on me 'cause I made it out (yeah) Ain't flyin' but walkin' with hella knots (yeah) Took the Chrome Hearts and I made it hot (yeah) They really owe me a big, big, big check (yeah) I put it on, and it's gone 'cause I trend set (yeah) Hop in the Lamb, I accept my Vette (ayy) And go buy some shit that you can't get I was proud of myself by the Prada fit I don't need no deal with a profit split Why you play with the gang, got a first aid kit Why you brought this hoe around, now the bitch get hit Yeah, I ain't really worried 'bout shit My Baby Mama bad and my bank account lit Ran up the money, I ain't asked for shit My son needed pampers, I couldn't quit Now I just might go buy a McLaren (mcLaren) Back to back me and Tunechi got 'em starin' (tunechi) Don't call my phone, no clearance I need quarter mil for an appearance, bitch (Uh) oh lord (ooh), oh lord (yeah), she said I got a head she can blow off Headshot (ooh), headshot (yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm Oh lord (yeah), oh lord (yeah), she said I got a head she can blow off (mm) Headshot (yeah), headshot (yeah), that tongue put my dick in a headlock (yeah) That tongue put my dick in a headlock (yeah) She gave me some neck, stuck her neck out (neck out) I open her legs and she stretched out (stretched out) She lay in the bed, and it's wet now She talk out her head and she melt down (she melt down) I gave her the J, and it helped out I gave her the D, and she fell out Put some ice on her finger, she chilled out Oh lord, oh lord, she said I got a head she can blow off Headshot (headshot), headshot (headshot), that tongue put my dick in a headlock, mm
Writer(s): Gamal Lewis, Dwayne Carter, Brian White, Dimitri Leslie Roger, Julian Bohorquez Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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