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Digga D & Moneybagg Yo – G Lock Lyrics

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G Lock Lyrics by Digga D & Moneybagg Yo

 

AOD

It’s sounds like Nyge

Rise the machine, the G-lock

(Yo, bun that, bun that)

Life machine saved the boy from ****

(Tun that, tun that)

Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off

(Yo, get away, get away)

My young boy still slides on a fifty

(Yo, rev it up, rev it up)

Rise the machine, the G-lock

(Yo, bun that, bun that)

Life machine saved the boy from ****

(Tun that, tun that)

Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off

(Yo, get away, get away)

My young boy still slides on a fifty

Look, yo

Lemme know where that barbecue is

I’ll aim at chest and barbecue ribs

I’ll cross the **** claart off two quid

Then park the broom stick, this ain’t no new tricks

I’ll ride for Jesus and get down Judas

I’m way too ruthless, they can’t diffuse it

I see a man turn into a statue

Ain’t playing no games, who stopped the music? (Who stopped it?)

He’s acting too tough, I’ll grab my toothbrush

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I gave him two plus, I’m moving ruthless

The govs are Ku Klux, they turned my crew nuts

I filled a complaint, but they’re just useless

The prick Mister Kerry flipped my whole celly

Didn’t find nothin’, still took my telly (Suck ya muddah, pussy)

Came lookin’ for phones but didn’t find any

What’s 9 plus 10? 21 (Twenty-one)

Grab the bells and load this gun (Bah! Baow!)

Hit his headie, I told him hold this one (Su, su-su-su-su)

One (Bloo, wu, wu)

Purchase, purchase

Can’t find him, catch his friend and hurt him

BHA caught **** to burst him

Two with one, that’s me, younger version

Rise the machine, the G-lock

(Yo, bun that, bun that)

Life machine saved the boy from ****

(Tun that, tun that)

Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off


(Yo, get away, get away)

My young boy still slides on a fifty

Rise the machine, the G-lock

(Yo, bun that, bun that)

Life machine saved the boy from ****

(Tun that, tun that)

Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off

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(Yo, get away, get away)

My young boy still slides on a fifty

Yo, rev up that

Go, pick a machine

The Lambo, the Maybach

The Maybach, the Corvette

The Hellcat, Durango

All these n***** with me bosses

You gotta ask for permission, I have it, no say-so (I have it, no motion)

Said her n**** from the other side, I broke out to laughing (Hahaha, pussy)

Feet on the pedal, she fuckin’ with me ’cause I’m smashin’

See-saw (What’s that?)

These bitches go back and forth, kick ’em out like FIFA (Soccer)

Re-stock (Re up)

Sold ’em some re-rock, then hid the money in the sheet rock (In the wall)

Done with Wockesha (That was my G)

Now I gotta rehab, detox (Damn)

Freaky lil bitch from London

Sucked my cock so good my feet locked (Ooh)

Smoke out the pound, uh, uh

Drink out the bottle, uh, uh

Been having my way for a while, I cannot go back to the bottom, uh, uh

Believe what you see, n****, fuck what you heard

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Consider it done if I give the word

Clip hold a fifty, but I loaded thirty

Switch on the glizzy, I make it say brrrrr

Rise the machine, the G-lock (Bang!)

(Yo, bun that, bun that)

Life machine saved the boy from ****

(Tun that, tun that)

Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off

(Yo, get away, get away)

My young boy still slides on a fifty

(Yo, rev it up, rev it up)

Rise the machine, the G-lock

(Yo, bun that, bun that)

Life machine saved the boy from ****

(Tun that, tun that)

Crashed the car so fresh, had to skeet off

(Yo, get away, get away)

My young boy still slides on a fifty


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