Lock It Up
Baby come and quench yo thirst
With a sip of this pimpin'
You could be my Monica, I could be your Clinton
I'm tryin' to get your love locked down, San Quentin
Twenty-five to life was the sentence
I don't mind, I don't mind
Especially when you all up on mine
Especially whe you know you got a one of a kind
I might fuck around and I'ma have you wined and dined
I'm thinkin' Mickey D's, ha, I'm just playin' with ya
Picture what I'm sayin' to ya, I'm tryin' to be stayin' with ya
No more delaying I'm tryin' to be layin' with ya
Good God, she even roll up the swisha
Now that I got you attention
I think it's best that I mention
Your backside is a whole other dimension
Why you so bad, need to put you in detention
When you look like that, god damn
Really got me wondering why (why)
Why you ain't got no man
Need to put a player in yo life (sheesh)
So I'ma lock it up and throw away the key
I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me
So let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
They say you innocent until proven guilty
But the sun go down and lil' mama get filthy
Handcuffin', dro puffin', lights on, we'll be
Freakin' 'til six in the morning, you feel me
Body on "damn", face like whoa
Enough to make a player quit playin' no mo
All of the evidence on a GoPro (click)
And all of this medicine got my eyes low (yeah)
How you ain't got a man, that's my question (how Sway)
You be killin' 'em, lethal injection (sheesh)
We ain't from Houston but we always textin'
And ya birthday suit is the one you look best in (aha)
Good lord, hop on to my surfboard
Let's ride this wave 'til we can't no more
I'ma bang on that nana like it was a turf war
Like a heavyweight fight, another round for sure
When you look like that, god damn
Really got me wondering why (why)
Why you ain't got no man
Need to put a player in yo life (sheesh)
So I'ma lock it up and throw away the key
I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me
So let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Nah it ain't a gun, I'm just happy to see ya
Are you that somebody, I'm not talkin' Aaliyah
You got me feelin' like I'm off the tequila
I'm faded faded, yeah I'm off this tequila
Fuck it (fuck it), throw me in the bucket and buckle up
My chips on the table and I'm 'bout to double up (aha)
I'm quarterbackin and I'm callin' the huddle up (blue forty-two)
Givin' me the business, ain't talking a button up
Ain't no half way lover, you the bread to my butter
Tryin' to slide to the crib late night like what up (what up)
Everytime I hear a hater speak, I'm like shut up
Everytime a lame spit game they gon' stutter
I don't want no other, you the H.B.I.C
If you was a drug, I'd be hooked to the IV
I be something like a fiend tryin' to get his fix
Like presents on Christmas, I'm lovin' all ya gifts (woo)
When you look like that, god damn
Really got me wondering why (why, why, why)
Why you ain't got no man
Need to put a player in yo life (your life)
So I'ma lock it up (lock it up) and throw away the key (throw it away)
I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me
So let's go (go, go, go)
Let's go, let's go, let's go (go, go, go)
Let's go, go
With a sip of this pimpin'
You could be my Monica, I could be your Clinton
I'm tryin' to get your love locked down, San Quentin
Twenty-five to life was the sentence
I don't mind, I don't mind
Especially when you all up on mine
Especially whe you know you got a one of a kind
I might fuck around and I'ma have you wined and dined
I'm thinkin' Mickey D's, ha, I'm just playin' with ya
Picture what I'm sayin' to ya, I'm tryin' to be stayin' with ya
No more delaying I'm tryin' to be layin' with ya
Good God, she even roll up the swisha
Now that I got you attention
I think it's best that I mention
Your backside is a whole other dimension
Why you so bad, need to put you in detention
When you look like that, god damn
Really got me wondering why (why)
Why you ain't got no man
Need to put a player in yo life (sheesh)
So I'ma lock it up and throw away the key
I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me
So let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
They say you innocent until proven guilty
But the sun go down and lil' mama get filthy
Handcuffin', dro puffin', lights on, we'll be
Freakin' 'til six in the morning, you feel me
Body on "damn", face like whoa
Enough to make a player quit playin' no mo
All of the evidence on a GoPro (click)
And all of this medicine got my eyes low (yeah)
How you ain't got a man, that's my question (how Sway)
You be killin' 'em, lethal injection (sheesh)
We ain't from Houston but we always textin'
And ya birthday suit is the one you look best in (aha)
Good lord, hop on to my surfboard
Let's ride this wave 'til we can't no more
I'ma bang on that nana like it was a turf war
Like a heavyweight fight, another round for sure
When you look like that, god damn
Really got me wondering why (why)
Why you ain't got no man
Need to put a player in yo life (sheesh)
So I'ma lock it up and throw away the key
I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me
So let's go
Let's go, let's go, let's go
Nah it ain't a gun, I'm just happy to see ya
Are you that somebody, I'm not talkin' Aaliyah
You got me feelin' like I'm off the tequila
I'm faded faded, yeah I'm off this tequila
Fuck it (fuck it), throw me in the bucket and buckle up
My chips on the table and I'm 'bout to double up (aha)
I'm quarterbackin and I'm callin' the huddle up (blue forty-two)
Givin' me the business, ain't talking a button up
Ain't no half way lover, you the bread to my butter
Tryin' to slide to the crib late night like what up (what up)
Everytime I hear a hater speak, I'm like shut up
Everytime a lame spit game they gon' stutter
I don't want no other, you the H.B.I.C
If you was a drug, I'd be hooked to the IV
I be something like a fiend tryin' to get his fix
Like presents on Christmas, I'm lovin' all ya gifts (woo)
When you look like that, god damn
Really got me wondering why (why, why, why)
Why you ain't got no man
Need to put a player in yo life (your life)
So I'ma lock it up (lock it up) and throw away the key (throw it away)
I'll hold it all the way down if you roll with me
So let's go (go, go, go)
Let's go, let's go, let's go (go, go, go)
Let's go, go
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Writer(s): Alexander John Martinez
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