Loaded
If you lookin for me, you can find me posted in the cut
Ducked off with yo main bitch with my thumb in her butt
Pussy starvin so I gave a king size snickers to her gut
Pussy starvin so I fed her one
No disrespect but baby I know you dont like to rush
One of yo pet peeves you dont like them thirsty niggas, only wanna fuck
All up on you grippin and grabbin, wont never ask for it
But you keep curvin nd driftin like a German dashboard
All day sifting nd servin, get that bag off in a day
Cause I know comin home to sum lightskin, she super thang
Blasian haze, hairslayed, nails did, she dont miss a page
Bitches always cockblockin just cause they think ha titties fake
But they ain't, they sittin high up on a pedestal
Left hand grippin the grain, in a right we smokin medical
I'm balls deep up in a head now, yeaaaa we speakin testicles
We too far cant turn back nah, girl lemme lecture you
See real niggas, we gone multiply
And these pretendin niggas, they either fade or die
See thats just wise words comin from a nigga mind, you wanna laugh now or cry later, time to decide
If you lookin for me, you can find me posted in the cut
Ducked off with yo main bitch with my thumb in her butt
Pussy starvin so I gave a king size snickers to her gut
Pussy starvin so I fed her one
See my name lil poopie nd I'm just a breadwinner,
You niggas worried bout sum beef but you aint even got bread nigga
Real talk, fuck what ya heard, that shit so for the birds
Bitch or a pussy nigga, shit the same, yall soft serve
I aint gone say it again dis shit aint for my health
Im in dis shit to win dis shit, not for the fame, just for the wealth
Just copped a box of hollows, can be for you, but sir this for my stealth
Protect yoself at all times, that tone come from Beijing his self
Member when way back, caddy flat, yung jitt
My uncle puttin fat on my hat, unrinse
My temp from bein tached, now I Black in Redempt
Dont ask me why I act, how I act, this how I is
And Im tired of muthafckas trynna change da flow of his
They want em go, yellow brick road
Step off, hike on his own you ain't seen shit, far fetch where you from
Ducked off with yo main bitch with my thumb in her butt
Pussy starvin so I gave a king size snickers to her gut
Pussy starvin so I fed her one
No disrespect but baby I know you dont like to rush
One of yo pet peeves you dont like them thirsty niggas, only wanna fuck
All up on you grippin and grabbin, wont never ask for it
But you keep curvin nd driftin like a German dashboard
All day sifting nd servin, get that bag off in a day
Cause I know comin home to sum lightskin, she super thang
Blasian haze, hairslayed, nails did, she dont miss a page
Bitches always cockblockin just cause they think ha titties fake
But they ain't, they sittin high up on a pedestal
Left hand grippin the grain, in a right we smokin medical
I'm balls deep up in a head now, yeaaaa we speakin testicles
We too far cant turn back nah, girl lemme lecture you
See real niggas, we gone multiply
And these pretendin niggas, they either fade or die
See thats just wise words comin from a nigga mind, you wanna laugh now or cry later, time to decide
If you lookin for me, you can find me posted in the cut
Ducked off with yo main bitch with my thumb in her butt
Pussy starvin so I gave a king size snickers to her gut
Pussy starvin so I fed her one
See my name lil poopie nd I'm just a breadwinner,
You niggas worried bout sum beef but you aint even got bread nigga
Real talk, fuck what ya heard, that shit so for the birds
Bitch or a pussy nigga, shit the same, yall soft serve
I aint gone say it again dis shit aint for my health
Im in dis shit to win dis shit, not for the fame, just for the wealth
Just copped a box of hollows, can be for you, but sir this for my stealth
Protect yoself at all times, that tone come from Beijing his self
Member when way back, caddy flat, yung jitt
My uncle puttin fat on my hat, unrinse
My temp from bein tached, now I Black in Redempt
Dont ask me why I act, how I act, this how I is
And Im tired of muthafckas trynna change da flow of his
They want em go, yellow brick road
Step off, hike on his own you ain't seen shit, far fetch where you from
Credits
Writer(s): Nigel Dobbs
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