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loaded - yg teck & young moose lyrics

we be shooting sh*t like we in the championship
really wetting n*gas yall just be damping sh*t
like illegal mail boy we be stamping sh*t
better be cool we really be fanning sh*t
my n*ts dragging i need some bandages
spit on the floor i ain’t got no manners b*tch
that n*ga dead he need some candles lit
came through poppin f*ck all that camera sh*t
i catch my b*tch cheatin boy ima slam the b*tch
beat the p*ssy ugggh yea ima damage it
she want me be over there all night and sh*t
she know i stay with the strap on somе diking sh*t
it just mite be in my bag on some hiking sh*t
i got to keep it cuz i ain’t with thе fighting sh*t
she say you coming i just i mite the b*tch
like when we be f*cking we do all type of sh*t
straight off the top they think i write the sh*t
look at murda ink we be highlighting sh*t
we be really creeping down good nighting sh*t
just like a janitor really be wiping sh*t
pouring lean in the fanta i spike the sh*t
that n*ga say that he know that i pipe his b*tch rawwwwwww
you shouldna wife the b*tch she like
to pull on my neck on my ice and sh*t
iiii woooooh money excite the b*tch
want me post her cuz i get h*ll of likes and sh*t
after i f*ck her i use her son wipes and sh*t
my b*tch catch me with her she going slice the b*tch
if i catch you with him f*ck were you shoulda been
you ain’t wit it why the f*ck you be with him them
you dont f*ck with him i want you hit em then
k!ll em like a dentist ohhhh what a fillin
you ont want em die you better get em then
packs getting sold before i can get em in
i want the neck she want me put it in
my old b*tch mad cuz my new b*tch a ten
n*gas hating cuz they really can’t be me
even in 3d you n*gas can’t see me
i had a nickle that hit like de it
skip like when something wrong with a cd
f*ck a good girl i need me a rih rih
i ain’t even never play was skipping pe
had a twenty five before the gg
like it made parole that b*tch a release
awww boy we waving them b*tches
when it come to guns we stay wit them b*tches
you got some dead homies lay with them b*tches
just like some breakfast food i stay with the biscuit
just like a shark i be with the fishes
when i get mad i start eating them b*tches
i ain’t going lie i like feeding my b*tches
im trying get out im too deep in the trenches
a lot of n*gas can’t be in trenches
they be loose so we stay with the wrenches
i hate a snake i be peeping them b*tches
i ain’t goin lie these n*gas weaker then b*tches
i be seeing yo peeping my pictures
she be tellin him she meeting her sister
she just sent me something a naked
then she going ask if im deleting the pictures
me and teck we the heart of the streets
we on go over west
you get paused over east
otm no excuses
we the talk of the street
really walk on a beat
keep a sparker with me

- yg teck young moose lyrics

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