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urus - l5 lyrics

[intro: lloaded]
doon*doon*doon
know what i’m sayin’, nah, nah, nah, lil’ lloaded doing other sh*t, look, like, i said*
ayy, i go
doon*doon*doon (doon*doon*doon)
know what i’m sayin’, ayy, look, uh (let’s do it)

[chorus: lloaded]
i watched these n*ggas rat, then hide they tail, boy yo ass ratatouille
i hit this opp n*gga baby mama when he got locked up, she got a big ol’ booty
hit a n*gga dm like “where you at? let’s go get into it” (let’s go get into it)
pop up on a n*gga just like his po, try to see what he doing
stay out my business bih’, don’t worry ’bout who i’m scr*w*ng (doon*doon*doon)
i don’t think that boy tryna drop his nuts, he ain’t tryna do it (boom*boom*boom)
i’m wit’ the 5, set up a l!ck and take him down, i need that bank
n*ggas be talm’bout what they gon’ do, y’all ain’t doing sh*t, y’all n*ggas saints

[verse 1: lloaded]
this on my mama, they seen ’em down the road, his dumbass gon’ get shanked
we feel that blade, his ass gon’ turn around, always thinkin’ about that pain
free my savages, i make sure i put money on thеy books
don’t come ’round me flexin’ in cartiеr, i promise that sh*t took
opp be actin’ rich but whole time she work at kfc
you cuffin’ her?
she suck my partner up right behind that krispy kreme, n*gga
[bridge: lloaded & l5]
nah, for real though (bdoww, the young n*gga got caught dissin’)
whole lotta 5 sh*t, whole lotta field sh*t, man (we slide on his* huh, what?)
y’all n*ggas know what’s goin’ on (yeah, l5, doon*doon*doon)

[verse 2: l5]
the young n*gga got caught dissin’ (what?)
slide on his block, hit his city (bdoww)
b*tch, i bang that 5, you speak on 5, we turn yo name to digits (huh?)
bad b*tch sl*t me out, [?] me to sleep, then i lay on her titties (what?)
l5, i’m down to ride, i don’t ask no questions, i’m just gon’ swing that glizzy
pull up, blaow*blaow, lil’ b*tch, that stick*ey (woah)
balenci’ drippin’, yeah, this sh*t gettin’ sticky (huh?)
he act like he ’bout it, say what? oh really?
3b5, he beggin’ for kidney (that n*gga dead)
it was just three of us, we had six glocks, and i don’t know b*tch [?] (nah, nah)
swerve out on his block, [?]
haha, b*tch (huh, don’t run, come here, where you goin’? man, n*gga, sit the f*ck down, n*gga)
[?], boy, you ain’t like that, l5 never been no b*tch (l5)
wit’ lil’ money, he pop his glock, you doa, can’t catch no stick (bdoww, bdoww, bdoww, bdoww, bdoww)
popping for that ground, he make sure i was scr*pping [?] for that stick

- l5 lyrics

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