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rick owens - tre loaded lyrics

[intro]
yeah, loaded, no cap, uh*huh, uh (bang, say breezy, haha)
uh, i like the new rick’s on like i’m ross, yeah
you n*ggas broke as h*ll
(brian produced this b*tch and you know i ate this ho)
uh, yeah, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i might throw these rick’s on like i’m ross
h*ll nah, i can’t do no deals up on this drank, pay what it cost
and i know that i’m that n*gga, this sh*t in me, ain’t my fault
and this engine v8, hit the gas, get lost, hear the exhaust

[verse 1]
and she l!ck me like i’m weezy and i put on like i’m jeezy
syrup in my double cup, two million up, i feel like peezy
if you ain’t catch me on camera, then i wonder like i’m stevie
i’ll fry him like some oil, do him dirty, leave him greasy
ayy, keep a k like kroger, masked up like it’s october
she catch nuts, somethin’ like a squirrel, eat my white sh*t like it’s yogurt
you go low, i’m goin’ lower, we just f*cked but i don’t know her
don’t cut grass but keep a blower, in your city out on tour (say breezy, haha)
ayy, up in the morning, they say early bird gon’ get the bread
i trapped out my mama house, i hid them ‘bows up in the shed
i hang with some dropouts, they pull up, go dumb like special ed
and what’s overstood ain’t gotta be explained, already said it, ayy, ayy (said)
[chorus]
i might throw these rick’s on like i’m ross
h*ll nah, i can’t do no deals up on this drank, pay what it cost
and i know that i’m that n*gga, this sh*t in me, ain’t my fault (this sh*t in me, it ain’t my fault)
and this engine v8, hit the gas, get lost, hear the exhaust

[verse 2]
ayy, yeah, what he lookin’ at?
ask lil’ jo where that fully at (where that fully at)
ayy, and i’m the lion in the jungle, n*ggas p*ssy cat
ayy, remember countin’ dollars, now i’m countin’ stupid racks (countin’ stupid racks)
ayy, and when i’m hittin’ it from the back, her ass stupid fat (her ass stupid fat)
ain’t got dog sh*t on me, but i smell like saint laurent (but i smell like saint laurent)
and that sh*t you smoke a no, but this sh*t i’m smokin’ runtz (but this sh*t i’m smokin’ runtz, say breezy, haha)
need some bad sh*t like ice spice, eat me up, heard she a munch
(brian produced this b*tch and you know i ate this ho)
i don’t know how much money i brought with me, just grabbed a bunch (bunch)
ayy, ayy, designer head to toe, i’m with your ho
she tryna l!ck me from my head to toe (toe), i told her no
still turn me up, she gave me head and more
ain’t blank up on no mission, i wasn’t never scared to go (scared to go)
these n*ggas g*y, they scared of hoes (hoes)

[chorus]
i might throw these rick’s on like i’m ross
h*ll nah, i can’t do no deals up on this drank, pay what it cost
and i know that i’m that n*gga, this sh*t in me, ain’t my fault (this sh*t in me, it ain’t my fault)
and this engine v8, hit the gas, get lost, hear the exhaust
[outro]
ayy, ayy, i might throw these rick’s on like i’m—
mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, yeah, loaded (say breezy, haha)
no cap, bang, bang, bang

- tre loaded lyrics

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