Correction Paroles LOCK IT UP par Whethan

Featuring(s) : Matt Ox, midwxst & Yeat

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[Verse 1: midwxst]
That boy is a coward like Courage
Got a good life, when I grow up, I flourish
Your bitch wanna take a pic' like she a tourist
Yeah, I'm a Gemini bitch, fuck a Taurus
They talkin' 'bout me like I am a thesaurus
That's some Boyz n the Hood, I ain't talkin' 'bout Mors
We gon' take everything in your house, get a mortgage
I need some glory, I feel like I'm Morgan, no Freeman
I drop a new song and my fans know they geekin'
Might go to LA and crash for the weekend
Midwxst the name, bitch, no one can defeat him
Yeah, [?], bitch, you playin' my music
You got a gun, but we know you won't use it
I got some power, but I won't abuse it
I'm one of a kind and you can't reproduce it
The mic is my hammer, and, bitch, I am Thor
Ain't none of y'all ready for shit that you store
I kill the beat, put it under me, no score
Feel like I'm Bruno Mars, open that door
I'm switchin' the flow up, switchin' that cadence
Finna get reckless, tired of behavin'
I'm way too ahead, I got your life savings
I have evolved while, bitch, you a caveman
You not gon' slide, bitch, I know that you slakin', fakin'
I use the mic like a sword and I'm Jason
Forgin' my words in this bitch like a mason
Bitch, I am born again, not talking Jason
I don't play forget a [?]
Remember recording diamonds out my basement
Now I'm in LA, might take a vacation, yeah

[Chorus: midwxst]
On the track like a motherfucking relay
Give a fuck about what he or she say
We be tweakin' together, no BK
I've been bangin' my chest like I'm D.K., spin tracks like a DJ
Lame ass nigga wanna talk shit, okay
If we got beef, boy, you better drop it, okay
Love to talk about me like the gossip, okay
Had to cut 'em off, been too toxic, okay
In my town, bitch, I'm a trending topic, okay
Throwin' hands like I'm in a moshpit, okay
On go, don't think that I'm stoppin', ole
I'm Doofenshmirtz, you know I'm plotting, yeah

[Verse 2: Yeat]
I just made a quick ten bands (Yeah)
Bitch, I just pulled up in a Lamb'
I just pulled up in that big boy tonka, I don't drive no Masi' (Swerve, swerve)
I don't give a fuck what you heard (Heard)
You say that you poppin' but I ain't even heard of 'em (Woo)
Any beat that you pass me, I murder 'em
Whip finessed on this bitch and his man
[?] up and bust on my pants
I tip up off the drank, I can't stand
I got mills' top of bills by the Lamb' (Oh really)
I'm on the Percs' and the X, I can't land (Oh really)
[?] bitch, they just told me they would change it
Yeah, I take the crank and the Wocky
Yeah, I'm all inside of that Benz, yeah
I'm finna fuck on her friends
Diamond my bitch and Cartier my lens
Yeah, I like to fuck by the bands
I can't fuck 'bout these bands

[Verse 3: Matt Ox]
Pocket watching (Watching)
There's pocket rocket out my proper (Proper)
I'm stackin' guap up in my pocket (Yeah)
Man, I'm rockin' this drip, it's exotic (Exotic)
I'm switching the toast, you know I'ma cop it
Coppin' this, coppin' that, rockin' this, rockin' that
Stackin' this, stackin' that cash (Yeah)
Stackin' this, stackin' them bags
Stackin' this, stackin' this, stock in advance
Hop in this, hop in this, hop in this link
Copped and restocking it, got it again
Get it again (Yeah), to get it again and spin it again
I'm with the clan, they can't understand
These all is my friends, Dior be my pants
[?] mileage...

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