Locheaded

Love the way she be rubbin my hand
Lookin at me I know she a fan
Baby stay by my side and I'll show you that you ain't been chasin no regular man
In that mustang I feel like I'm Vaughn
All my hater be built like Lil Xan
Nigga don't even talk on my name if you only gon talk when that shit on the gram

I don't like to speak
Less' I'm sayin what I really think
Niggas hate that I'm quiet and sleek
Insecure cause they lie through they teeth just to think they unique
Locheaded
Bad bitch and she mop headed
I'm so wit it she dropdeaded
In my house like she my tenant
It's game time and I'm top tennin (and I'm number 1)
Yea her ex weird and I'm not wit it
Hold on fixin his mouth just to talk down put my glock in it (stfu)

Pass the weed
Niggas ain't passin me my niggas claim max proceeds
You gotta dickeat for features yo shit aint even ass to me
It's trash to me
My girl keep a strap wit me
She gon shoot back wit me

Hold up yea

Ok my money growin my hair soft and my skin smooth
My exes bad and my main thing she a ten too
I'm not rich yet but I'm doin shit to be rich soon
K my friends really my friends nigga yours hate you (hold up yea)
Ok my money growin my hair soft and my skin smooth
My exes bad and my main thing she a ten too
I'm not rich yet but I'm doin shit to be rich soon
K my friends really my friends nigga yours hate you
Damn



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Writer(s): Christian Brown
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