LOCK IN Songtext
von Maggi
LOCK IN Songtext
Yeah, yeah
Brand new AMG, go 5% tint it
All I know is hits back to back
Like we playin′ tennis
My pockets got belly roll
Your pockets on Ozempic
Why you flexin' all of those whips
When they all rented
I don′t steal no swag, lil' bitch
I done invent it
When I'm in that pussy
I′m drownin′ like I'm in Venice
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in (yao)
Yeah, stay in the stu, chef like Gordon
I get high like I′m Jordan
When I get advance
Don't throw it to chains
Throw it to a mortgage
Hold up that′s a lie
Cuz I view swag more important
I like goin' fast, I cop the Porsche
And I′m gon' sport it
Baby throw that cake on me
Like every day my B-day (yeah yeahh)
Always celebratin' every day with me a holiday (uhhh)
You can never be with no one else
I set a high bar (high bar)
You can never stand to be in the dark
When you′re last was a star, yeah
When you′re last was a star (starr)
I'm an alien I′m from Mars
I Always walk in with swag
Everything I wear is trim
These days, my boots Demaci
I barely even rock the timbs
Every thing that boy say cap
I can tell how he rock the brim
They creatin' a character
Like you playin′ the Sims (what)
Everything bout him fake, even the drip
If I really wanted to, I could take his bitch (what)
I just do what I gotta
All I know is to win
Can't take an L, no man
All I know is to win
Uh, yeah, yeah
Brand new AMG, go 5% tint it
All I know is hits back to back
Like we playin′ tennis
My pockets got belly roll
Your pockets on Ozempic
Why you flexin' all of those whips
When they all rented
I don't steal no swag, lil′ bitch
I done invent it
When I′m in that pussy
I'm drownin′ like I'm in Venice
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in (innnn)
Brand new AMG, go 5% tint it
All I know is hits back to back
Like we playin′ tennis
My pockets got belly roll
Your pockets on Ozempic
Why you flexin' all of those whips
When they all rented
I don′t steal no swag, lil' bitch
I done invent it
When I'm in that pussy
I′m drownin′ like I'm in Venice
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in (yao)
Yeah, stay in the stu, chef like Gordon
I get high like I′m Jordan
When I get advance
Don't throw it to chains
Throw it to a mortgage
Hold up that′s a lie
Cuz I view swag more important
I like goin' fast, I cop the Porsche
And I′m gon' sport it
Baby throw that cake on me
Like every day my B-day (yeah yeahh)
Always celebratin' every day with me a holiday (uhhh)
You can never be with no one else
I set a high bar (high bar)
You can never stand to be in the dark
When you′re last was a star, yeah
When you′re last was a star (starr)
I'm an alien I′m from Mars
I Always walk in with swag
Everything I wear is trim
These days, my boots Demaci
I barely even rock the timbs
Every thing that boy say cap
I can tell how he rock the brim
They creatin' a character
Like you playin′ the Sims (what)
Everything bout him fake, even the drip
If I really wanted to, I could take his bitch (what)
I just do what I gotta
All I know is to win
Can't take an L, no man
All I know is to win
Uh, yeah, yeah
Brand new AMG, go 5% tint it
All I know is hits back to back
Like we playin′ tennis
My pockets got belly roll
Your pockets on Ozempic
Why you flexin' all of those whips
When they all rented
I don't steal no swag, lil′ bitch
I done invent it
When I′m in that pussy
I'm drownin′ like I'm in Venice
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in
Fuck about your feelings
Lil bitch just lock in (innnn)
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