Locked In
Late nights in the studio I been grinding hard nigga
I was fuckin' with ya vibe so I came to take ya heart from ya
I was up thinkin' how the fuck I should play my cards nigga
Now you mine and I'm yours hope you know I'm really stuck witcha
We can take a trip to Egypt
Holding hands while we walk on the beach yeah
I might put ice on ya body
Diamonds cold got you feelin anemic
We could kick it like karate
Ya heart broken I picked up the pieces
Girl I'm not just anybody
You can trust me with all of your secrets
Lemme know if you fuckin' with me
'Cause baby I'm fuckin' with you
You my rider, my lady, my boo
If you left wouldn't know what to do
Riding round wit no roof on the coupe
Niggas mad they keep watching our move-ments
Fuck your ex nigga he mad, he could've had you so now he feel fool-ish
I heard you want dolce and gabbana
If you want to we could take it farther
I could put you in louis and prada
With giuseppe's or balenciaga's
Flashy nigga get that from my father
Only dressed up in designer gear
Bad bitch she do what she wanna
She keep a weapon it solve all her problems yeah
And I hope you really know that i love ya
You steady talkin' 'bout these hoes, I got nothin'
Hard workin, independent get it from her mama
Wonder if you would-
Late nights in the studio I been grinding hard nigga
I was fuckin' with ya vibe so I came to take ya heart from ya
I was up thinkin' how the fuck I should play my cards nigga
Now you mine and I'm yours hope you know I'm really stuck witcha'
I was fuckin' with ya vibe so I came to take ya heart from ya
I was up thinkin' how the fuck I should play my cards nigga
Now you mine and I'm yours hope you know I'm really stuck witcha
We can take a trip to Egypt
Holding hands while we walk on the beach yeah
I might put ice on ya body
Diamonds cold got you feelin anemic
We could kick it like karate
Ya heart broken I picked up the pieces
Girl I'm not just anybody
You can trust me with all of your secrets
Lemme know if you fuckin' with me
'Cause baby I'm fuckin' with you
You my rider, my lady, my boo
If you left wouldn't know what to do
Riding round wit no roof on the coupe
Niggas mad they keep watching our move-ments
Fuck your ex nigga he mad, he could've had you so now he feel fool-ish
I heard you want dolce and gabbana
If you want to we could take it farther
I could put you in louis and prada
With giuseppe's or balenciaga's
Flashy nigga get that from my father
Only dressed up in designer gear
Bad bitch she do what she wanna
She keep a weapon it solve all her problems yeah
And I hope you really know that i love ya
You steady talkin' 'bout these hoes, I got nothin'
Hard workin, independent get it from her mama
Wonder if you would-
Late nights in the studio I been grinding hard nigga
I was fuckin' with ya vibe so I came to take ya heart from ya
I was up thinkin' how the fuck I should play my cards nigga
Now you mine and I'm yours hope you know I'm really stuck witcha'
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Writer(s): Zay Briscoe
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