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No More Locals Video (MV)




Performed By: Kaizër
Length: 2:17
Written by: Donald Uriesi




Kaizër - No More Locals Lyrics




Take that cost no budget
My jump-off go bungee
Ono pack, that Yoko
Ice T Coco
I don't know no locals
Dip thru town and country
Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy

Black tobacco puffin'
Back to back I'm bussin'
IPhone on me buzzing
Side chick keep on fussing
She just wanna f*ck
You talking my talk, that's end of discussion
Drink same color Tuss
It makes me sick, this shit disgusting (Sick, sick)
Met her at the show, she bought my ticket
Now she tryna kick it
Trick - trick it
Lick it
Shawty not bad she Wicked
Stick it
Wicket

Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy

F*ck out my face I don't care
Weight on my shoulders I carry
Pills on me not for no cure
Bitch, I got 30s no Curry
Jumped off the porch, it's a 10
Wild lil young n**** since then
Why his bih wanna come in?
This not the life I commend
Untuck the chain of command, ooh
Let the camo commence
I used to stand on the fence
McMahon like I'm Vince
Run it up, sprints
Big blue hunnit prints
Side by side tints
Through this camera lens

Take that cost no budget
My jump-off go bungee
Ono pack, that Yoko
Ice T Coco
I don't know no locals
Dip thru town and country
Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy

I don't know no locals
Dip thru town and country
Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy
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Take that cost no budget
My jump-off go bungee
Ono pack, that Yoko
Ice T Coco
I don't know no locals
Dip thru town and country
Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy

Black tobacco puffin'
Back to back I'm bussin'
IPhone on me buzzing
Side chick keep on fussing
She just wanna f*ck
You talking my talk, that's end of discussion
Drink same color Tuss
It makes me sick, this shit disgusting (Sick, sick)
Met her at the show, she bought my ticket
Now she tryna kick it
Trick - trick it
Lick it
Shawty not bad she Wicked
Stick it
Wicket

Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy

F*ck out my face I don't care
Weight on my shoulders I carry
Pills on me not for no cure
Bitch, I got 30s no Curry
Jumped off the porch, it's a 10
Wild lil young n**** since then
Why his bih wanna come in?
This not the life I commend
Untuck the chain of command, ooh
Let the camo commence
I used to stand on the fence
McMahon like I'm Vince
Run it up, sprints
Big blue hunnit prints
Side by side tints
Through this camera lens

Take that cost no budget
My jump-off go bungee
Ono pack, that Yoko
Ice T Coco
I don't know no locals
Dip thru town and country
Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy

I don't know no locals
Dip thru town and country
Then make hits on contact
Just don't get too touchy
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Writer: Donald Uriesi
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