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loc bidness - dinero9am lyrics

[verse 1]
wake me up, early in the morning i’m really like that (aye)
first n*gga i squabble in the tank, i’m finna park that
you know the homies not even where i’m at that’s why i’m always getting packed out
but if you beef me i’m just gone smoke you and stand by for the aftermath
’cause if my mans gone ‘tiny loc’, you, then on arlington i’m just gone gas you
shoot first, how we react, and the police won’t interact
they said they beef with us, that’s cap
n*gga hood’s not even on the map
every n*gga that be with us got slap
i woke up feeling like a ’tiny loc’ every еnemy i see getting attacked (h.k)
mе and my n*ggas in here playing domininos
i’m tripping wherever i’m at
i really miss tiny s*smack
bounce out, shoot you in yo’ back and leave you face down

[verse 2]
so if yo’ n*gga hating, b*tch, i forever want smoke
i told my luh whatever he hear, i forever wanna know
all them trials and tribulations, she wanna f*ck me now ’cause i’m a ‘loc’
she like “daddy, you really that n*gga”, i’m like “h.k, yea i know”
free my n*ggas outta that slammer, yea, i’m sending commissary notes
and i know everyday getting harder but i’m still throwing up 6*0
it’s so many chopsticks in this whip like it’s chinatown
i couldn’t wait to get out of jail to take you to pound*town (walk)
[verse 3]
and if yo’ n*gga hating, b*tch, we forever banging k.i.m
why you be lyin’ in yo’ raps like yo’ name really out here stamped
free baby thirsty, that’s my ‘loc’
my crip lyin’, my hoodsta trim
i can’t even trust you, bro, if you ain’t never stood over no tramp
i can’t even f*ck with’cha if you don’t know me or rolando stone
them n*ggas gone duck with you like you was thunder i don’t talk over no phone
and we gon’ take you to the back, show a n*gga the mixtape
mama know she raised a ‘loc’

[verse 4]
i’m on my way to the hood, no siri, i don’t need google maps
and i know couple enemies, they like, “watch who you shooting at”
yeah i seen a couple n*ggas run away from the hood ’cause they was never like that
yeah i pull up on yo’ block n*gga, “what’s good? why yo’ homies getting wacked?”
and i’m fresh out yo’ b*tch, i’m in my dm now she throwing that sh*t back
’cause she said that i’m a rich crip from the gang
i got neighborhood tats
take the lil’ n*gga chain and his rank like i’m better than that
tried to g*ngb*ng, f*ck was you thinkin’
we them n*ggas that really started this sh*t

[chorus]
saggin’ up the block, still on probation but i’m loggin’ in
aye, switchin’ out my glock
johnnies tryna see what car i’m hoppin’ in
yeah i’m shooting shots like jonah hill
they just wanna see me k!ll again
we can get this sh*t rollin’, i be cripping like this juice and gin
[bridge]
saggin’ up the block, still on probation but i’m loggin’ in
throw a couple bands in the club
i’m just blowin’ it
yeah, all my chains frozen
’cause i’m ‘tiny locing’
b*tch, i’m rich rollin’
don’t get yo’ life stolen (sh*t)

[outro]
neighborhood!
free rolando stone fool, you know it’s the gangland n*gga

- dinero9am lyrics

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