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Locked In Video (MV)




Performed By: The Elijah
Featuring: Pookiie
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Elijah Fuller, Benjamin Jones




The Elijah - Locked In Lyrics
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[ Featuring Pookiie ]

Back the business know I'm locked in
Treat the music shit just like a nine to five
HHN ain't bout the talking
Wanna speak about it come and see us live
F*ck they feelings
We when we walked in all of them hoes
I swear they got large eyed
Cause they see the difference it's a separation
My nigga shit like apartheid
Yeah Lamborghini with the frog guys
I see it in the future hoping time flies
Got my brothers with me call it mob ties
F*ck a horoscope I need a dollar sign
Eat every beat like it's five guys
And these punchlines like a side of fries
Used to roll up the dutch let the mind unwind
I'm so clutch I perform like I'm prime time
Yeah to the hall of fame let's get it
Better get it now cause you're gonna ask how
Why you never got a chance to get a ticket
The beat is ingredient
Bars is the seasoning
Household name comes with a skillet
You pick up your dribble you think it's no options
My nigga you always can pivot
I write it so vivid but spit it uncensored
Cause we know this life is explicit
Niggas they start in a second but quit in a minute
Then swear that they got some ambition
Never had drive, couldn't pass emissions
Stay on my grind gotta stack this chicken
Long ass locs like a nigga from Kingston
Man on a mission gotta kill every victim
Bitch
I'm living to live
I'm taking the give
I'm ready to slide
Try not to forgive
Won't fall out off this cliff
I'm ready to ride
We pour out Hen for our dawgs in the sky
I got a 10 on the passenger side
She rolling za while I'm gripping her thigh
I'm living to live
I'm taking the give
I'm ready to slide
Try not to forgive
Won't fall out off this cliff
I'm ready to ride
We pour out Hen for our dawgs in the sky
I got a 10 on the passenger side
She rolling za while I'm gripping her thigh
Shit done got weird all these niggas on menstruals
Maxi pad raps niggas softer than baby food
Want max results but the effortis minimal
Vision is clear, fingerprints out the window
That's when the profit come in, pockets plentiful
When she met me she couldn't stay off the genitals
Meat is good for her, this dick is nutritional
Made that pussy reach it's motherf*cking pinnacle
Yo shit is minuscule, mine's my monumental
Cold as the clinical, burning this medical
Style is impregnable, flow is impeccable
Multi-dimensional so unforgettable
Yeah
F*ck all you fickle fools
Take charge like a deductible
Lay down law just like Mrs. Huxtable
HHN they know that we sucka proof!
You niggas can't see me I'm hot like a teepee
I need all you bitches to get with me
Get lit like a chimney like Bobby and Whitney
We got us a butler, his name was Jimmy
You picked up a uzi, I cop me a semi
We rocking your camp like your bitch was Demi
You niggas be quiet, I'm asking for change
My niggas need all them f*cking pennies
My niggas need all them f*cking Bentleys
My nigga my stomach feeling empty
My like Ed, Edd n Eddy
But I know my niggas staying ready
If I have to duck then I know I'm in luck
He got hit with a head shot
If you copying us then you niggas is f*cked
Cause these lyrics is dead stock
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Back the business know I'm locked in
Treat the music shit just like a nine to five
HHN ain't bout the talking
Wanna speak about it come and see us live
F*ck they feelings
We when we walked in all of them hoes
I swear they got large eyed
Cause they see the difference it's a separation
My nigga shit like apartheid
Yeah Lamborghini with the frog guys
I see it in the future hoping time flies
Got my brothers with me call it mob ties
F*ck a horoscope I need a dollar sign
Eat every beat like it's five guys
And these punchlines like a side of fries
Used to roll up the dutch let the mind unwind
I'm so clutch I perform like I'm prime time
Yeah to the hall of fame let's get it
Better get it now cause you're gonna ask how
Why you never got a chance to get a ticket
The beat is ingredient
Bars is the seasoning
Household name comes with a skillet
You pick up your dribble you think it's no options
My nigga you always can pivot
I write it so vivid but spit it uncensored
Cause we know this life is explicit
Niggas they start in a second but quit in a minute
Then swear that they got some ambition
Never had drive, couldn't pass emissions
Stay on my grind gotta stack this chicken
Long ass locs like a nigga from Kingston
Man on a mission gotta kill every victim
Bitch
I'm living to live
I'm taking the give
I'm ready to slide
Try not to forgive
Won't fall out off this cliff
I'm ready to ride
We pour out Hen for our dawgs in the sky
I got a 10 on the passenger side
She rolling za while I'm gripping her thigh
I'm living to live
I'm taking the give
I'm ready to slide
Try not to forgive
Won't fall out off this cliff
I'm ready to ride
We pour out Hen for our dawgs in the sky
I got a 10 on the passenger side
She rolling za while I'm gripping her thigh
Shit done got weird all these niggas on menstruals
Maxi pad raps niggas softer than baby food
Want max results but the effortis minimal
Vision is clear, fingerprints out the window
That's when the profit come in, pockets plentiful
When she met me she couldn't stay off the genitals
Meat is good for her, this dick is nutritional
Made that pussy reach it's motherf*cking pinnacle
Yo shit is minuscule, mine's my monumental
Cold as the clinical, burning this medical
Style is impregnable, flow is impeccable
Multi-dimensional so unforgettable
Yeah
F*ck all you fickle fools
Take charge like a deductible
Lay down law just like Mrs. Huxtable
HHN they know that we sucka proof!
You niggas can't see me I'm hot like a teepee
I need all you bitches to get with me
Get lit like a chimney like Bobby and Whitney
We got us a butler, his name was Jimmy
You picked up a uzi, I cop me a semi
We rocking your camp like your bitch was Demi
You niggas be quiet, I'm asking for change
My niggas need all them f*cking pennies
My niggas need all them f*cking Bentleys
My nigga my stomach feeling empty
My like Ed, Edd n Eddy
But I know my niggas staying ready
If I have to duck then I know I'm in luck
He got hit with a head shot
If you copying us then you niggas is f*cked
Cause these lyrics is dead stock
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Writer: Elijah Fuller, Benjamin Jones
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