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Trey Songz

Love Lock Down

 

Love Lock Down

(album: The Ladies Choice 3 - 2008)


You ready (yeah)
You ready (yeah)
Ey Boys you ready (yeah)
Well go in then

They can't fuck with dude (aahhh)
He so fuckin cool (hahahaha)
Given up for dude is so hard do
I go hard to prove you can't stop the dude
You Don't fuck with me (if that be the case)
I don't fuck with you (you already know)
So don't treat my name like your fucking food (keep my name out your mouth whoever)
Man you fucking lames you so fucking rude
Just get out my lane better fucking move
When I'm coming through you don't fucking move
I'm a truck a dude
When I watch him ooze
Leaking on the streets leaking on the beats
I be killing these you be feeling me (or)
You be hating me
Either way it be you make cake for me (yep)
Watch how great I be (yep)
It was made for me (yep)
No ones stopping me that's my prophecy I gotta be
One of the best to do it
Stick out my chest and do it
If Kayne west could do it
And they thought he was stupid
Then that's what they is
If they don't fuck with this
Music shit I'm doing it I'm proving it
Who da shit you da shit (for sho)
I be on the grind (for sho)
No doubt in my mind
Just get out my lane better fucking move
You don't fucking move (you don't move)
I'm a truck a dude
Then I'll watch him ooze
Leaking on the streets (oooh) leaking on the beats
I be killing these
You be feeling me (or)
You be hating me
Either way it be
You make cake for me (yep)
Watch how great I be (yep)
It was made for me (yep)
That's my prophecy
And I'm going til it's six feet over top of me

done

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