Locked In
I thought you could tell but you can't
Aye
I'm locked in like a locksmith
Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit
Now would you hurry
Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry
Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray
Run along
Actually no come alone
Had to get ya out ya home
Might just fuck ya to this song
Yeah put down the camera phone
Feel it deep down in your core
Popstar can't record
You be screaming for the lord aye
Having deep conversation
Lost it all and got it back guess I misplaced it to a sort ain't need to chase it
Throw it in rotation
Check up like a maintenance jump in and out that sanction when you coming
Bass Board hitting got me drumming on that ass
You know you lucky take your soul can't get enough
Got you cumin every time you know
That it's always been something with a nigga end discussion
In it for the repercussions I'm a slayer
Come and put in my pocket
Be your coach you be my player
Gimme Moore my Maya might go drain it for ya flavor
Told yo little ass to savor the taste I know that you ain't save it
Slow it down like matrix
I'm locked in like a locksmith
Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit
Now would you hurry
Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry
Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray
Run along
Actually no come alone
Had to get ya out ya home
Might just fuck ya to this song
Yeah put down the camera phone
Feel it deep down in your core
Popstar can't record
You be screaming for the lord aye
Im like what it is
What's on yo mind
What you thinking bout
You ain't like these other fishes you don't fuck with trout
You freezing
Refrigerating bitches really tweaking
Say they talking to themselves if they respond shit have me weakened
So tell me what it is
What you thinking bout what's on your mind
Ain't concerned about that shit it don't bring dollars signs
Ain't concerned about that shit it don't bring dollars signs
I'm locked in like a locksmith
Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit
Now would you hurry
Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry
Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray
Run along
You be screaming for the lord aye
Aye
I'm locked in like a locksmith
Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit
Now would you hurry
Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry
Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray
Run along
Actually no come alone
Had to get ya out ya home
Might just fuck ya to this song
Yeah put down the camera phone
Feel it deep down in your core
Popstar can't record
You be screaming for the lord aye
Having deep conversation
Lost it all and got it back guess I misplaced it to a sort ain't need to chase it
Throw it in rotation
Check up like a maintenance jump in and out that sanction when you coming
Bass Board hitting got me drumming on that ass
You know you lucky take your soul can't get enough
Got you cumin every time you know
That it's always been something with a nigga end discussion
In it for the repercussions I'm a slayer
Come and put in my pocket
Be your coach you be my player
Gimme Moore my Maya might go drain it for ya flavor
Told yo little ass to savor the taste I know that you ain't save it
Slow it down like matrix
I'm locked in like a locksmith
Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit
Now would you hurry
Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry
Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray
Run along
Actually no come alone
Had to get ya out ya home
Might just fuck ya to this song
Yeah put down the camera phone
Feel it deep down in your core
Popstar can't record
You be screaming for the lord aye
Im like what it is
What's on yo mind
What you thinking bout
You ain't like these other fishes you don't fuck with trout
You freezing
Refrigerating bitches really tweaking
Say they talking to themselves if they respond shit have me weakened
So tell me what it is
What you thinking bout what's on your mind
Ain't concerned about that shit it don't bring dollars signs
Ain't concerned about that shit it don't bring dollars signs
I'm locked in like a locksmith
Need a diaper on my ass can't you tell that I'm the shit
Now would you hurry
Tunnel vision kinda gettin blurry
Baby boy he got a temper you gon wanna call him Murray
Run along
You be screaming for the lord aye
Credits
Writer(s): Alex Bing
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