| Get the scale, weed I got a grip for sale
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| Bitch I’m making chip off sales while sipping on White Zinfandael
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| Probably sipping still cause it is my favorite flavor
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| My beat wake the block up like «Hodgy Beats hates all his neighbors»
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| They call the po-po, I’m cocking back the 44
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| The one man army, my automatic Rose Gold
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| Double O, subtract one numero from Seven
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| Taking niggas back to school like a bus ride for adolescents
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| Wolves plotting for their future like fucking investments
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| And I go so hard, that’s why your bitch keep on caressing
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| Flat iron and pressing my VCR buttons
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| But this a DVD so you can watch it with your cousins
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| 2010, bitch we get it in
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| Go ahead and tell your friends, I hope them bitches be twins
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| Doobies in Jacuzzis, white bitches with big booties
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| I’m a pirate, going after them diamonds and them rubies
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| I be like hello, play them corners like their cellos
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| It go crazy in the streets when the hype gets mellow
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| (I got my feet up, laid back, smoking on a haze sack
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| Sitting on a haystack, we go off like grenade caps)
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| Makeshift millions, knocking down your buildings
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| Know they fear me I’m a villain, stacking dollars to the ceiling
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| (I'm on the corner for you, judge me I’ll destroy your lawyer
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| Outta Luckett like Letoya, Mellow one’s too Hype to bore you)
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| Girl you so sour but you’re sweet like candy
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| Let’s fuck in the forest, mother nature and Bambi
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| Balling like Camby, organic like cran' be
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| Glass house on a beach for when I want to get Sandy
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| Everything is dandy, ask my nigga Handy
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| I take a strike in L.A. Lights like I’m dodging with Manny
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| Girls drop them panties, even their aunties. |
| no grannies
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| Grandma, I’m leaking on the beat like a tampon
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| Phlegm spitting 'til my whole Odd Future camps on
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| We get our camp on, Jansport and Eddie Bauer
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| Stay fresh before hopping up in any shower
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| Death to haters tryna take minutes up off my hour
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| I got the hood with me, I’m the nigga with the power
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| Weed, cocaine, and the muthafuckin' Zannies
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| Me and Brain lurk together like a fucking family
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| I mastered this in Sessions I be last to hit
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| But my confidence brim, that means there’s none after this
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| This rhyme spitting done turned me to a convict
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| I’m fucking sick, there’s no resolution to this conflict
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| Well, death might be one
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| But there’s no stopping these wolves, for your heads we come
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| I’m a rider, garage got motorbikes in it
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| They’re confused, scratch their heads like theres fucking lice in it
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| Party hard, man it’s Golden, have them hands foldin'
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| Mellow keep it rollin', that’s how we stay Loaded
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| Like them fo'-fo's, they stay in them four-doors
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| Bitches watch when they go slow, we pimp them hoes that drive Rodeo’s
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| And Volvo’s, because they fuck with lame niggas
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| They ain’t learn? |
| Hatin' niggas won’t make your chain bigger
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| You’re comedy to me and crowds flee when your shit’s on
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| You get fake applause like a TV sitcom |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loaded , by - MellowHype. Song from the album BlackenedWhite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп