| Artist: Seff the Gaffla
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| Album: GLP (Get Low Playaz)
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| Song: Locked Up
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| A Fillmo' nigga doin time up in the county
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| Write me off the block sellin rocks like bounty
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| Send me up to Bruno north with the M. A
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| Nineteen hour lockdown waitin for my court date
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| I’m not trippin I guess I’m gonna lounge around
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| Thinkin about my mama and my homies from the Moe-Town
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| I’m gonna be there so ya know I gots ta open shop
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| I love my homies and the record I’m about to drop
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| And if a fool want funk I’m teachin lessons
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| Never on the phone wit a ho I’m never stressin, hungh
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| Mama told me there’d be days like this
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| Thinkin about the money and the days I’d miss
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| It’s 12 o’clock now it’s time to go out to the yard
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| Watchin the SA’s and niggas tryin to act hard
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| Keep to myself ya know get my yokes
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| Walk through the yard say what’s up to my folks
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| Me and Celly Cel in the cuts doin curls
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| Fags on the grass doin ballerina twirls
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| I had on Filas I didn’t want to get em dirty
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| Guards on the top watchin wit a 30/30
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| Jay cats runnin around yellin and tweakin
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| Watchin Soul Train every single weekend
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| Niggas talkin shit no one down cuz they scary
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| Tryin to buy protection wit tres and commisaries
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| But you know I’m no punk so ya know I kept a weapon
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| If ya know I’m right for gettin shank then keep steppin
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| Now that I’m solo you won’t be the stew find (?)
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| But if you cross me nigga put your number on the line
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| When I get out you know I got a choice bro
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| Go to the set or go to the studio
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| I prefer studio cuz jail just ain’t me
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| Makin hella tapes like 4-Tay and J. T
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| Rippin up the stage with the felony (felony)
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| The niggas checkin folders that’s what they tellin me (tellin me)
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| But I’m still in jail doin time waitin for my court date
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| Slap on the Rolex give me my tear date
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| I know my time is short but I really don’t know when
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| Niggas younger than me gettin shot straight to the pen
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| But I keeps my cool drinkin coffee in a noodle cup
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| 30 days later stone lets roll it up
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| November twenty-somethin thank God I’m still livin
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| Released to my folks tomorrow is Thanksgiving
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| Go to my house take off the Rolex
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| Hug and kiss moms okay now what’s next
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| Meet J.T. |
| jump in the shower
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| Moms when he calls tell him meet me in an hour
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| One hour past I think I hear the doorbell
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| So used to hearin keys that I really can’t tell
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| It’s my nigga like I figure the Bigga the Bigga Figga
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| So now it’s time to go
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| But you don’t hear me though
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| Jumped in the bucket and jetted to the studio (studio) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Locked Up , by - Get Low Playaz. Song from the album Straight Out the Labb, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп