Yeah I'm landlocked, started getting band and now I can't stop, Yuh
These some Gucci slides, these ain't no flip-flops, yuh yuh
Prada belt on my pants, yeah they won't drop
Ain't no designer bag that we ain't never cop, yuh
Told her that we all up on this shit, like, yuh
Come over to my house and take a flick, oh yuh
Been waiting so long just for a bit, oh yuh
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
I almost dropped a ten
Pull up in a Benz
OTS we on that shit, do you understand
Told her to bring her friends, that bitch wan' make amends
That bitch want me again, paranoid like I'm Ken
I'm paranoid, I don't pretend
(I don't pretend, yeah)
I got gold and diamonds in my f*cking Benz
I got one, I got two, I got ten
(I got ten)
Fool me once, I won't believe that shit again
Yeah I'm landlocked, started getting band and now I can't stop, Yuh
These some Gucci slides, these ain't no flip-flops, yuh yuh
Prada belt on my pants, yeah they won't drop
Ain't no designer bag that we ain't never cop, yuh
Told her that we all up on this shit, like, yuh
Come over to my house and take a flick, oh yuh
Been waiting so long just for a bit, oh yuh
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
OTS - LANDLOCKED Lyrics
OTS - LANDLOCKED Lyrics
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Yeah I'm landlocked, started getting band and now I can't stop, Yuh
These some Gucci slides, these ain't no flip-flops, yuh yuh
Prada belt on my pants, yeah they won't drop
Ain't no designer bag that we ain't never cop, yuh
Told her that we all up on this shit, like, yuh
Come over to my house and take a flick, oh yuh
Been waiting so long just for a bit, oh yuh
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
I almost dropped a ten
Pull up in a Benz
OTS we on that shit, do you understand
Told her to bring her friends, that bitch wan' make amends
That bitch want me again, paranoid like I'm Ken
I'm paranoid, I don't pretend
(I don't pretend, yeah)
I got gold and diamonds in my f*cking Benz
I got one, I got two, I got ten
(I got ten)
Fool me once, I won't believe that shit again
Yeah I'm landlocked, started getting band and now I can't stop, Yuh
These some Gucci slides, these ain't no flip-flops, yuh yuh
Prada belt on my pants, yeah they won't drop
Ain't no designer bag that we ain't never cop, yuh
Told her that we all up on this shit, like, yuh
Come over to my house and take a flick, oh yuh
Been waiting so long just for a bit, oh yuh
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
These some Gucci slides, these ain't no flip-flops, yuh yuh
Prada belt on my pants, yeah they won't drop
Ain't no designer bag that we ain't never cop, yuh
Told her that we all up on this shit, like, yuh
Come over to my house and take a flick, oh yuh
Been waiting so long just for a bit, oh yuh
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
I almost dropped a ten
Pull up in a Benz
OTS we on that shit, do you understand
Told her to bring her friends, that bitch wan' make amends
That bitch want me again, paranoid like I'm Ken
I'm paranoid, I don't pretend
(I don't pretend, yeah)
I got gold and diamonds in my f*cking Benz
I got one, I got two, I got ten
(I got ten)
Fool me once, I won't believe that shit again
Yeah I'm landlocked, started getting band and now I can't stop, Yuh
These some Gucci slides, these ain't no flip-flops, yuh yuh
Prada belt on my pants, yeah they won't drop
Ain't no designer bag that we ain't never cop, yuh
Told her that we all up on this shit, like, yuh
Come over to my house and take a flick, oh yuh
Been waiting so long just for a bit, oh yuh
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
Double the racks, now we gonna get paid
Making this money, get bands every day
Say that I'm fine, yeah, I'm really okay
Here to make racks, get the f*ck out my way
Writer: Griffin Priess, Jake DeStefano, OTS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid