I Got My Locs On

I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high

I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high

I got my locs on, welcome to the terrordome
I got them carrots on, givin' off them pheromones
Women love it when they see me on that motorcycle
Niggas hate it 'cause they know I'm makin' more than Michael

Been ballin' since the word ballin' played out
They brought it back to describe me in that Maybach
Me and Jeezy Jeezy rollin' with our locs on
Smokin' somethin' good, fuckin' up the ozone

I got my locs on (yeah), I got my locs on (uh)
And you can't see my eyes (no), and you can't see my eyes (no)
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high (I'm so high)

I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high

Brand new Versaces ran me a buck 50
(They must have set you back) naw, baby, not really
Switchin' lanes yes, yeah the chopper's just silly
When it's bustin' at your ass, we just laughin' at ya really

I got my locs on, dickies on, keep the workin' niggas on
Keep the cashmere vickis on, yeah, she keep them vickis on
Keep my locs on, see you hatin' motherfuckers
Keep my locs on, you know they match my bag suckas

I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't see my eyes, and you can't see my eyes
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high (I'm so high)

I got my locs on (I'm so high), I got my locs on (I'm so high)
And you can't see my eyes (I'm so high), and you can't see my eyes
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high

I got my locs on 'cause my eyes are burgundy
And when I get home I don't want the third degree
The verdict be urgently these niggas wanna murder me
They scared of the consequences comin' from my defenses

It ain't that expensive, have your ass hoppin' fences
Lucky motherfucker missed your ass by some inches
Next time understand what you fuckin' with, it's legendary status
Sittin' behind these glasses, nigga

I got my locs on (yeah), I got my locs on (uh)
And you can't see my eyes (no), and you can't see my eyes (no)
I got my locs on (yeah), I got my locs on (yeah)
And you can't tell I'm high (haha), and you can't tell I'm high (I'm so high)

I got my locs on (I'm so high), I got my locs on (I'm so high)
And you can't see my eyes (I'm so high), and you can't see my eyes (no)
I got my locs on, I got my locs on
And you can't tell I'm high, and you can't tell I'm high



Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Jay Fenlane, Delmon Harold
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