| 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 |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loaded , by - Lil Debbie. Song from the album In My Own Lane, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп