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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
OG Nappy Long Locs
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keyone Jhamell Robinson
Songwriter
Lyrics
OG, OG, OG
Aye, Heat, I'ma just go straight dumb (OG)
You know I'm just going, you know just
Just let me go, you already know
Woo (OG)
Long Locs! (Long Locs!)
Used to chalk shit really quick like a blackboard
Try to up the score but that shit on the backboard
Plug wasn't fucking with me, chopped off the cords
Three **** hopping out a four-door Accord
Do you know where the gas at? Yes, of course
But do you work for the task force?
I can teach a class like a trap crash course
Always keep a **** strapped by the door
Don't bring the extra, just what they asked for
Buy my class if you wanna know more
Face card strong at any corner store
Said I would own homes while I was sleeping the floor
Ain't it ironic how they sleep on the flow?
These rappers bars washed up, Dial soap
Long Locs here, now it's time for the show
If you didn't know, now you know
Slugging shit down, dominoes
Ride the dick rollercoaster
Then go ham on a cracker like a Lunchable
Raw like an elbow off the top ropes
Stand up ****, but I don't tell jokes
Head so sloppy had to bring me a float
Put me in the water, I'ma sail like a boat
Call me Big Bahhhhh, yeah, Big Goat
Know it ain't real gas if I didn't choke
You got ZaZa bags inside mid grade
Need a Long Loc's verse, welp, gotta pay
Cash App, Zelle or Apple Pay, send that money my way
Get a bad ass sixteen like 11th grade
OG a renegade
Strapped like Young Grenade
Flipping like a pizzeria
Actin' like a bia bia
Address a **** like Madea
Fuck that bitch just like I need her
Paint her face like Mona Lisa
Long Locs!
OG, OG, OG, OG
Ha, ha
OG, OG
Long Locs!
Let's go
Pocket full of cash and a blunt to my lip
Tear this bitch down if I let this bitch rip
Learned how to walk from a Crip
I learned how to talk from a pimp
I keep my nerves calm off the hemp
I work a bitch out like a temp
I got both hands on her hips
Baby, when I dip, you dip
Baby, I drench, not drip
I mop a pussy quick, don't slip
I need a wet floor sign between those thighs
I don't own a watch 'cause I ain't got time
For these hoes and they lies
Like driving on black ice, a **** gon' slide
Forever East Side, Cashville Breed
Where you can lose yo' life for them dead presidents
End up toast if you look like bread
Sitting in the car with it sitting on my leg
Try to make a move might cost you an arm and a leg
Keep one in the head
If you want to go to bed, and you want to take a piss
Love when you broke, they'll call you the shit
Get a little money, now they say you ain't shit
Now they wanna plot, wanna rob, wanna kill
Don't wanna plot on how to get a job and pay ya bills
Damn, these **** ain't real (Pussy)
Going up like an elevator, scratch that an aviator
Doing numbers, need a calculator
Most these rappers perpetrators
Pop a Perc', go berserk
Then it's time for the percolator, ugh
Can make a fan out a pussy hater, ugh
She chew me up like a now or later, ugh
Sell the whole party like I'm a caterer
Pull up, make 'em sick, feelings hurt, ugh
Written by: Keyone Jhamell Robinson