| Oz, Oz
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| Glock
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| Fully loaded
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| Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
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| Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
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| Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
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| Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
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| Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
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| Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
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| Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
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| Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
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| My dawgs ain’t fightin' like Vick
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| No, I ain’t got time for that shit
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| You touch one mines then somebody dyin'
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| You gonna get shot in your shit
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| I been thuggin' since a jit
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| Shoot the scene, no pic
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| Fire your ass with a stick
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| Fire your ass like a Bic
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| My partner big B’s, he bloody
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| He bangin' red, no sauce
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| Real shooter when he bustin'
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| My boy don’t know when to stop
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| Heat you up like pop
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| Clip long like a mop
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| I tell him to do you like Carmex
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| He gon' make you red at the top
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| Had to cut my circle from the fake niggas
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| I ain’t fuckin' 'round with you hatin' niggas
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| Pockets fully loaded, tryna take a nigga
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| Clip fully loaded like the bases, nigga
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| Want a verse, gotta pay a nigga
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| Came up, now they hate a nigga
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| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout blunts
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| When I say I’ll face a nigga
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| Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
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| Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
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| Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
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| Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
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| Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
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| Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
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| Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
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| Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
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| Shoot when I’m sober, don’t need molly
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| If I go broke, we rob everybody
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| Pull up on him, hop out with the shotty
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| Make him strip down like he in Follies
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| Love all my brothers, they right beside me
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| If they can’t come then don’t try to sign me
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| 'Cause they was the ones that was with me grindin'
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| So they gon' be the ones with me shinin'
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| Chopper clips hangin' like they fell
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| More shells than Taco Bell
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| I got packs comin' through the mail
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| I’m fully loaded, I got clientele
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| On the block and I’m raising hell
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| Yeah, they know me, name ringing bells
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| Hood hottest youngin, can’t you tell?
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| Hood hottest youngin, can’t you tell?
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| Fully loaded, loaded fully
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| Ain’t no runnin' from the bullies
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| I’m playing with toys like Andy and Woody
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| Won’t go out like Trayvon, my strap in my hoodie
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| I heard you been talkin', I know you a pussy
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| Hop off that porch, you was standin' and lookin'
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| Can’t bring in my pistol, then don’t try to book me
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| I ain’t a killer, but please don’t push me
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| Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
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| Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
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| Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
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| Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go
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| Fully loaded thirty round, fully loaded sticks
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| Act up, get hit, all my niggas with the shits
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| Fully loaded magazine, fully loaded extendo
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| Fully loaded, keep it on me everywhere I go |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fully Loaded , by - Lil Mexico. Song from the album Trench Baby 2.5, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп