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loaded - ronsocold lyrics

[intro]
(oh lord, jetson made another one)

[chorus]
too much lean, now my stomach bloated
i ride wit’ the bl!cky and you know it’s loaded
smoke a opp like a backwood, i can’t even roll it
saying you got racks but you can’t show it
can’t waste my time on hoes
she gon’ let me f*ck, i’m famous, that’s just how it goes
hit her one time, now she callin’ for some more

[verse]
put some money on your head and have my n*ggas at your door
like jehova’s witness
n*ggas turn to six, now i tell ’em, “stop snitching”
off these percocets, got a n*gga itching
have my slimes sweep your block, n*gga, we don’t do no dissing
drop a dime b*tch off, she sucked my d*ck, she trying to kiss it
i feel like thugger thugger, i done ran up them digits
my money tall as f*ck, your sh*t’s shorter than a midget
these n*ggas act like groupies now ’cause i don’t wanna kick it
no, i’m not a capper, aim these sticks at your fitted
cut a b*tch off, like a addict
she text my phone, she mad ’cause i only read it
hit her one time then you know i dead it
you know you ain’t got no racks, b*tch, and no credit

- ronsocold lyrics

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