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loud - lanze lyrics

[intro: lanze]
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
get that sh*t
hey, hey
narpha whoa!
hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
f*ck that sh*t
clout, b*tch

[chorus: lanze & forever]
talkin’ h*lla sh*t, got them rounds, b*tch (rounds, b*tch, huh, what?)
all them n****** wit it, you some clowns, b*tch (what, hey!)
run up on you n******, gun you down, b*tch (hey)
don’t make a sound, b*tch (hey), don’t make a sound, b*tch (hey, hey)
pull up on you n******, you some clowns, b*tch (wha?, hey!)
my n***** really about the trap sh*t (yeah!)
we pull up on your block, we takin’ over it (hey!)
if you think about it, you don’t know this sh*t (hey, hey!)
[verse 1: lanze & forever]
i’m a shark, you a goldfish
talkin’ h*lla sh*t, hit your f*ckin’ lip (hey!)
diamonds dancin’, watch them drip
alrеady know what it is (hey, hey, hey!)
alrеady know what it is (hey!)
i’m running them’ streets, i’m already rich
i hop in the coupe and i skrrt off the dip
yo b*tch, she a thot, she give brain in the whip
dance around in the gate to the clip
we makin’ a movie all up in this b*tch
you talkin’ that sh*t then your ass gettin’ hit
i’m really about it for talking that sh*t
ain’t f*ck with these bullets, gon’ leave yo’ ass hit
dirty pints, so n0body finds them
grippin’ them sticks, they makin’ no silence
she so bad so she ‘posed to get money
f*ck around, takin’ a trip to the island
run around, yeah, you know we wildin’ (hey, what, hey, hey!)
run around, yeah, you know that we wildin’ (hey, duh, what, b*tch, yeah!)

[chorus: lanze & forever]
talkin’ h*lla sh*t, got them rounds, b*tch (rounds!, huh, what?)
all them n****** wit it, you some clowns, b*tch (what, hey!)
run up on you n******, gun you down, b*tch (hey)
don’t make a sound, b*tch (hey), don’t make a sound, b*tch (yeah!, hey)
pull up on you n******, you some clowns, b*tch (wha?, hey!)
my n***** really about the trap sh*t (yeah!)
we pull up on your block, we takin’ over it (hey!)
if you think about it, you don’t know this sh*t (hey, hey!)
[verse 2: forever]
my ounces ain’t fair for her one
young ohio, know get money down the merlion (yeahhh!)
they don’t smoke dope, boy, i’m still’ grievin’
then i make my felonies, take it out in cleveland
i’m from the city (yeah), where you can get it, man
box in the air, the plane is leavin’
back to the basics, and we might move in
already know that your boy’s in the studio
soap & a mask, i might smoke him in the studio (facts!)
and i got a choppa that come with a buck end
let out 50 shots, that’s when i come stuck in
gun him in the studio, whippin’ up big fish (aight)
gun him down on my mane, he ain’t got sh*t

[chorus: lanze & forever]
talkin’ h*lla sh*t, got them rounds, b*tch (rounds, b*tch!)
all them n****** wit it, you some clowns, b*tch (what, hey!)
run up on you n******, gun you down, b*tch (hey)
don’t make a sound, b*tch (hey), don’t make a sound, b*tch (hey, hey)
pull up on you n******, you some clowns, b*tch (wha?, hey!)
my n***** really about the trap sh*t (yeah!)
we pull up on your block, we takin’ over it (hey!)
if you think about it, you don’t know this sh*t (hey, hey!)

- lanze lyrics

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