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Locked Up In The Hills (feat. Vouchlife Dice) lyrics

Performer Polo Redd

Locked Up In The Hills (feat. Vouchlife Dice) song lyrics by Polo Redd official

Locked Up In The Hills (feat. Vouchlife Dice) is a song in English

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Vouchlife shit nigga!
They got his ass he bleeding, he bout to go he wheezing
He said he wasn't going, I guess he meant to Jesus
Money counters beeping, too hard to keep it secret
I got money problems, ain't no where for me to keep it
I don't love the hood no more, it took my nigga D
I don't fuck wit hood hoes because them bitches easy
I treat the world like snow, I piss my name on everything
Before I love this girl, I love my kids on everything
I let a white bitch do my taxes, I got extra cake
I let a nigga do my taxes, I lost everything
I'm talking cars, I'm talking hoes, I'm talking everything
I'm praying for the rain, I'm feeling just like Eddie Cain
I got back up and spazzed out
Can't name a person I can go to, when a nigga assed out
I got way too many ideas, just to sit my ass down
If they laughing at you, just make sure you get the last laugh
Got locked up in the hills, for scamming every deal
She twerking in her reels, her ass and titties real
She give a nigga chills, gotta fuck her on a pill
Shawty so thick, shit I had to chew a pill
Coolin wit the killeys, don't fuck around wit silly's
That weight come by the millies, weigh it up and seal it
Banana print Willy, now she wanna peel it
This pickle I'ma dill it, whenever she wan feel it
I don't never see you niggas in the bank though
See me, I'm walking out with bands, and they taped up
See, you a fake thug, and I'm the weight plug
And for these niggas falling off, I need a rake bruh
See I need paper, don't want no fake love
I ain't saving no bitch, I don't cape up
Send them drillers to your porch, that's a wake up
And we gone dump em til we fill the whole lake up
Got locked up in the hills, for scamming every deal
She twerking in her reels, her ass and titties real
She give a nigga chills, gotta fuck her on a pill
Shawty so thick, shit I had to chew a pill
Coolin wit the killeys, don't fuck around wit silly's
That weight come by the millies, weigh it up and seal it
Banana print Willy, now she wanna peel it
This pickle I'ma dill it, whenever she wan feel it
I don't never see you niggas in the hood though
See me, I'm posted up with dealers, at the hood store
Your shawty see me flossing, so she make the wood grow
And now he mad, cause everybody in the hood know
Yeah, and I got uppers if the mood low
And I got E pills, that'll make any bitch get low
I'm talking real low, now she in kill mode
Hit em in the leg, make em do the heel toe
Yeah, big ass diamonds sit on top of gold
I got bitches with a tongue like a hungry toad
Yeen balling, bag fucked up, cause a nigga sold
Break the code, we wipe his nose like a cold
Yeah, gave the bales to the bros
Yeah, fuck a bail, fuck parole
Yeah, free all of my niggas
Yeah, put a fee up on you niggas
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Writers: Quan Easterling, Thaeous Coker
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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