Testo Loaded - Quando Rondo feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Testo della canzone Loaded (Quando Rondo feat. YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album 3860
Yeah, yeah
Alright, alright
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
(17)
(D-Roc)
I'm the same - that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a - what that - said
I just know these lil' - better not come back around me (yeah)
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that, new 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that, that's your -? I pop that
Young-ass - with a whole lot of money
Lot of bags in and a lot of bags comin'
Young bad - at the table with somethin'
You already know that I'm loaded off ganja
AP, half a ticket on me, new -, quarter mil' on her
My lean, don't touch my cup
That's your -? I don't want her
B say, "Trust and don't love no -"
I be in all type of shit that they don't know
Nine sticks in my whip like Romo
New whip I copped came with turbo
Stick in my denim, so I can't keep my pants low
Ten -s with me, tryna do it at the Conoco
Rosary my w-le arm, so
Hatin'-ass - tryna double back and backdoor
If I don't keep a thing, keep the money and a strap t-ugh
You ain't thinkin' with your brain, it get left in your lap, bro
Try me, I ain't worried 'bout them, so
So I'ma get the money 'til I'm gone, that's -w that go
911 ride, see the top all gone
I'm probably doin' business, got six iP-nes
I'm livin' -w I'm livin', don't right my wrongs
And you knowin' that I'm at it 'til they head all gone
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that, new 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that, that's your -? I pop that
I'm the same - that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a - what that - said
I just know these lil' - better not come back around me (yeah)
New chick and lil' shorty 18
With a new AP rose gold, my -
Got a beam on the glizzy, got a beam on the stick
Eight racks total on a Balmain fit
Say a - want smoke, let me call my -
Money comin' by the load, U-Haul got bigger
Plenty my friends, they done came through the backdoor
Slidin' out a Benz, on the block you sell crack, -
Straight tens, she basic
Exotic my whips, X rated
In the project with some Crips, I ain't never ever tradin'
Really in the field like an Oakland Raider
Out the Caddy, he be rippin' the Uzi
Get a mattress, we gon' fill it with groupies
Hundred shots out the clip, make a movie
Matte black Hellcat with the toolie
Get your hat back 'fore you say you gon' do me
Blue flag, steady dissin' his dead ass
Who died? I'm in love with her red ass
Grimy lil' -, gon' empty the w-le mag
Such a slimy lil' -, in love with a low rag
- all that dissin', boy, come and get your bro back
If shorty be missin', -, come get your - back
Oh, he dissin'? Man, I said that, new 'Vette, I did that
New stick, I cop that, that's your -? I pop that
I'm the same - that came from the bottom
I don't really care what they think about me
I don't give a - what that - said
I just know these lil' - better not come back around me (yeah)
(17)
(D-Roc)
Credits
Writer(s): Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Daniel Lebrun, Tyquian Bowman, Sven Steenbergen, Rio Francesco Leyva, Jason Michael Goldberg
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