Testo loading - Ken Carson
Testo della canzone loading (Ken Carson), tratta dall'album A Great Chaos (Deluxe)
You was on bullshit
I was—I was fuckin' with you and you was on bullshit
You actin' like a nigga wasn't gon' be up
Now a nigga up and you tryna fuck
And I ain't even tryna get down
Ah
Ah, ha-ha-ha
Now you want
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Now you want
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Now you want
Want me back then, now you, oh yeah
Huh, huh, huh
Now you want me
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Now you want me
Now you want me
Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick
Blicked up, yeah, I keep me a stick
When I walk through that bitch, yeah, I keep me a stick
Yeah, I walk through that bitch and I'm blicked up
I just walked in that bitch and I got a AP on my wrist, it's not an Invicta
Can't bang-bang with my gang-gang, you get cropped out the picture
Woah, woah, my life still loadin'
I been gettin' money, these niggas been trolling
I ain't had no jewelry, now my neck and wrist frozen
I ain't had no social media, now see me when I'm scrollin'
Oh shit
I came from the mud
Now I'm out in Cali, shoutout to my Blood
It is what it is, yeah, it was what it was
I been fuckin' this bitch for years, we got a strong connection
Went from commercial to first class, now I'm jumpin' off a jet
Everytime I move they gotta cut me a check
Everytime she pull up she droppin' off that neck
Can't tell you the whole story 'cause you already know the rest
Oh shit, oh shit
My life still loading
I can't sugarcoat it
I been having cheese so long this shit done molded
Oh shit, oh shit
I think that I'm chosen
These niggas be hatin', Mister Moseby
Me and my team tryna win a trophy
Chanel, Prada, she want designer things
Masked up, I'ma rob sum' in my Robin Jeans
Pass up on the broad fast, yeah, I'm mean
Bald head, fat pussy, that's how I like it, keep it clean
Woah, woah
I dropped out of school
Jumped in his bitch, I dove right in her pool
I don't owe you no loyalty, we not cool
Oh shit, oh shit
My life still loading
Why you still trollin'?
This .40 gon' turn a nigga into a whole bitch
Smoke swisher sweets, grabba leaf, yeah, now it's paper
If she a bop then all she get is cock, I cannot save ya
Ain't gon' pass you to the gang, I'ma fuck with you later
I been off it and I'ma stay there
Oh shit, oh shit
My life still loading
I been solo, yeah, workin' on my dolie
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Writer(s): Kenyatta Lee Frazier Jr., Clif Shayne
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