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Lock My Hair by JohnnyLegg Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2018

[Chorus]
I gotta problem, these niggas keep talkin
Baby i’m movin (baby i’m movin)
Why you flick up with that man, ugh
What is you doin (yeah what is you doin)
I got the sauce, She go lick on my A1
I’m off the gas, while you off the spray gun (puh puh)
How you talk money, when you haven’t made none
Lock my hair, Im brand new, you a rerun
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again
They really don’t like me, throw me in the pen
I put your bro live on cnn (bro)
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again (buh)
I’m calm in the heart like in studying Zen
They don’t see the vision, I promise i’ll win (i will)
Im makin the news, im the anchorman
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again

[Verse 1]
You smokin them cones, and we smokin that wood
(yeah that gas)
I’m on the way up, should have stopped me when you could
(too late)
I’m deep in this shit, like I’m deep in the hood
You couldn’t rebel, you do your mom good (yeah)
They put a flower the last place that he stood (yeah)
I’m givin the facts, let me know if you understood
Fuck these hoes, all about brotherhood
I come from DC, move to hollywood
Momma gon ask if I’m livin good
Hang up, hit up bro down in Inglewood (see ya)
And I promise i’m staying the same (im the same)
6th grade, walk around i was lame (i was lame)
But now they gon knowin my name (yeah)
Look stupid, she gave me the brain (bitch)
[Chorus]
I gotta problem, these niggas keep talkin
Baby i’m movin (baby i’m movin)
Why you flick up with that man, ugh
What is you doin (what is you doin)
I got the sauce, She go lick on my A1 (A1)
I’m off the gas, while you off the spray gun (spray gun)
How you talk money, when you haven’t made none
Lock my hair, Im brand new, you a rerun (buh buh buh)
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again
They really don’t like me, throw me in the pen
I put your bro live on cnn
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again (oh yeah)
I’m calm in the heart like in studying Zen
They don’t see the vision, I promise I’ll win
Im makin the news, im the anchorman
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again

[Verse 2]
Fuck your lil struggle, you couldn’t cuz match mine (no way)
Don’t talk back
You don’t got nothin I don’t if you did
Ima need that
We don't got beef, go ahead try me
Y’all gon sell out, but you couldn’t buy me (no way)
Remember when she told me that I was slimy (pew pew pew)
Now she mad cuz I got models beside me
Move to the side, i don't need you (nah)
You need a new nigga to feed you (bye)
I’m sorry these niggas mislead you (I'm sorry)
But I can't be the one to free you (nah)
Watch from below, move from the dwellers
I don’t need a glick when I talk to my teller
Stay on my toes don’t wan move in a cellar
So when 12 comes around, I go Helen Keller
[Chorus]
I gotta problem, these niggas keep talkin
Baby i’m movin (baby i’m movin)
Why you flick up with that man, ugh
What is you doin (yeah what is you doin)
I got the sauce, She go lick on my A1 (A1)
I’m off the gas, while you off the spray gun (spray gun)
How you talk money, when you haven’t made none (where is it)
Lock my hair, Im brand new, you a rerun (buh buh buh)
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again
They really don’t like me, throw me in the pen
I put your bro live on cnn (bye)
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again (pew pew pew)
I’m calm in the heart like in studying Zen (yeah)
They don’t see the vision, I promise I’ll win (yeah yeah)
Im makin the news, im the anchorman (who's that?)
I’ll get it, I got it, resell it again (johnny)