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Lockdown Video (MV)




Performed By: Trillion
Language: English
Length: 2:44
Written by: Will Wilkins




Trillion - Lockdown Lyrics
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I was too drunk too get my D up
Titties so big, like a D cup
F*ck on a bitch from Syria
Pour up a pint, pouring it up
I steady sip Henny like I was a drunk
Shawty on my line, they cheering me up
Bitches be fine, but they f*cking me up
Ass up back down face up, yup
Give me top, then she look up what?
Shot up the club, like I was a Glock
I made a bitch preg but I made that bitch cum
I'm living my life I feel a bit dumb
My guys on my side, my guys got a drum
I sip on the drank, I feel a bit numb
Eat up the game like eating a gum
Spit it out step on in, then I'm long gone
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
Ima lock it down yea
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
Ima gonna lock it down yea
You know the vibes I'm Trillion
I'm the new nigga I'm the new don
Trillion Corleone hash on my thumb
You wanna get high you know where to go
3 grams for streets 4 grams for the blunt
Have some faith let's have some fun
Bad bitch fine bitch fine, but I had to run
Other bitch shine I'm keeping this one
I am the chief I am a thief
The guy that took your niese to the beach
Ride round low key wit a chick in a Jeep
I'm finna rock, on my guitar
Get the cash, get every dime
Money on my line, I don't follow the law
Ain't got the time, It's a bit far
I'm on top wit a drink wit a straw
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
Ima lock it down yea
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
I'm gonna lock it down
I'm finna go I'm finna blow, bye bye
Adios adios, bye bye (remember)
I was on your couch I was in your car last night
She wanna know why I'm so cold why why?
I'm on the shrine, I'm in the church
Please forgive me for all of the dirt
I know you hurt, I know you hurt
I'm just a nigga that like to flirt
She saw the ice, she was like brr
I saw her eyes, I was like word
I can't f*ck with you if you f*cking with nerds
I gotta leave I gotta skrt
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I was too drunk too get my D up
Titties so big, like a D cup
F*ck on a bitch from Syria
Pour up a pint, pouring it up
I steady sip Henny like I was a drunk
Shawty on my line, they cheering me up
Bitches be fine, but they f*cking me up
Ass up back down face up, yup
Give me top, then she look up what?
Shot up the club, like I was a Glock
I made a bitch preg but I made that bitch cum
I'm living my life I feel a bit dumb
My guys on my side, my guys got a drum
I sip on the drank, I feel a bit numb
Eat up the game like eating a gum
Spit it out step on in, then I'm long gone
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
Ima lock it down yea
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
Ima gonna lock it down yea
You know the vibes I'm Trillion
I'm the new nigga I'm the new don
Trillion Corleone hash on my thumb
You wanna get high you know where to go
3 grams for streets 4 grams for the blunt
Have some faith let's have some fun
Bad bitch fine bitch fine, but I had to run
Other bitch shine I'm keeping this one
I am the chief I am a thief
The guy that took your niese to the beach
Ride round low key wit a chick in a Jeep
I'm finna rock, on my guitar
Get the cash, get every dime
Money on my line, I don't follow the law
Ain't got the time, It's a bit far
I'm on top wit a drink wit a straw
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
Ima lock it down yea
Wow wow yah yah
Finna take this phone call
Wow wow yah yah
She know exactly what I want
Wow wow yah yah
I'm tryna lock it down
I'm a lock it down
I'm gonna lock it down
I'm finna go I'm finna blow, bye bye
Adios adios, bye bye (remember)
I was on your couch I was in your car last night
She wanna know why I'm so cold why why?
I'm on the shrine, I'm in the church
Please forgive me for all of the dirt
I know you hurt, I know you hurt
I'm just a nigga that like to flirt
She saw the ice, she was like brr
I saw her eyes, I was like word
I can't f*ck with you if you f*cking with nerds
I gotta leave I gotta skrt
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Writer: Will Wilkins
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