Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loaded, artist - Lil Debbie. Album song In My Own Lane, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Lil Debbie
Song language: English
Loaded |
If we talking waves, I’m like Free Willy |
All my shipping fire, but my wrist chilly |
Bitch you think you rolling, my new whip a |
Diamonds always rolling with a few strippers |
Find a bitch who still wit' it when the camera roll |
Work magic with the tongue, pussy, and the pole |
I could change your thinking, boy that’s all I know |
With this good head, bitch I should have made the honor roll |
Debbie where you going slow it down some |
Smoking on that loud, think I need to tone it down some |
Dick riding bitches, gave 'em something they could bounce on |
Long as it comes, that’s the outcome |
So when I pull up in a four and got these bitches like |
«Oh no she didn’t» |
Bitch you like me, bitch you know we different |
I put that kid up in the foreign, engine roaring just to show we different |
Hater love a bitch, that’s still your decision, listen |
I’ma still get this money |
I’ma smoke all my weed up |
I might blow a few bands |
Hit my plug for the re-up |
Like fifty a hun, he say he think I’m the one |
Don’t get caught in your feelings |
We just be fucking for fun |
I’ma still get this money |
I’ma smoke all my weed up |
I might blow a few bands |
Hit my plug for the re-up |
We up five-hundred, a milli |
Got my wrist looking chilly |
All my bitches sit down |
I know my real bitches feel me |
All about that work, bout that gangrene |
Same bitch from the dirt, with the same team |
Wrist on froze and the whip clean |
Ass nice, but the switch mean |
Smoking’s on and I zone out |
Give a dog a bone, then I bone out |
Fucking leave him, I don’t fucking need him |
Type of bitch to blow a hundred grand for no fucking reason |
Got an outtie in the Bay, another in LA |
All about the slave, for the pay |
I don’t fucking play, miss me with that bull |
Not today, or another day |
I ain’t got the time, got the grind, staying out the way |
Shed light on these bitches, call it candle bars |
Hope we handle ours, watch me ride it like some handle bars |
Watch your verses get a couple hundred grand for ours |
She’s so many, many |
Bitch you know that bread is ours, shit |
I’ma still get this money |
I’ma smoke all my weed up |
I might blow a few bands |
Hit my plug for the re-up |
Like fifty a hun, he say he think I’m the one |
Don’t get caught in your feelings |
We just be fucking for fun |
I’ma still get this money |
I’ma smoke all my weed up |
I might blow a few bands |
Hit my plug for the re-up |
We up five-hundred, a milli |
Got my wrist looking chilly |
All my bitches sit down |
I know my real bitches feel me |