Loaded

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IceBirds - Rap, USA

Loaded

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[Intro] (A to the I, to the A some' bitch) Ayy, every day shit, you know we get loaded Glock on me, you know that it's loaded [Chorus] Ayy, every day shit, you know we get loaded Glock on me, you know that it's loaded I'm with a bad bitch gettin' her open Gettin' this money, my pockets is swollen (Ayy) Knew it would come, been waitin' for the moment Up too high, it feel like I'm floatin' Too many drugs, but, no, I'm not rollin' Still in the trap, you know that they rollin' Ayy, and she wet like the ocean (Ayy) And she don't show no emotion My granny always told me to be outspoken Married to monеy, I give my devotion (Ayy) IceBirds, too hard, I can't bе broken (Too hard) Deep in the streets and we havin' motion Ice on my neck, my diamonds be chokin' I know I'm the one, I feel like I'm chosen Ayy, say you get money, lil' nigga, then show it Stackin' them racks up 'til they enormous I got the strap on my hip when I blow it Me and the gang on the same accord I juug around in a Honda Accord Now I push foreign whips down to the floor (Ayy) I ran it up, they want me to be poor Get me some money, I need me some more [Verse] Get to the racks and I ain't talkin' tennis Tryna keep up and you spendin' your limit Anything foreign, you know that I'm in it (Skrt) You can't even buy your bitch no inches (Damn) If it's 'bout money, then I'm takin' interest They know that IceBirds all 'bout the digits (Ayy) Rollie my wrist and it's keepin' me fridget (Ice, ice) Call up your bitch, I ain't hit in a minute (Damn) Hundred band juug, well, that would be splendid Who want the smoke? Now, we hearin' crickets (Smoke) Niggas be cap, they really be bitches Fuck that boy over, make a few inches (Ayy) I cut 'em off, give a fuck about burnin' bridges Know we some shooters, we some of the richest These niggas sideline, cap on the benches I'm in the game and I'm ballin' all swishes [Chorus] Ayy, every day shit, you know we get loaded Glock on me, you know that it's loaded I'm with a bad bitch gettin' her open Gettin' this money, my pockets is swollen Knew it would come, been waitin' for the moment Up too high, it feel like I'm floatin' Too many drugs, but, no, I'm not rollin' Still in the trap, you know that they rollin' (Rollin', trap) Ayy, and she wet like the ocean (Ayy) And she don't show no emotion My granny always told me to be outspoken Married to money, I give my devotion IceBirds, too hard, I can't be broken (IceBirds) Deep in the streets and we havin' motion Ice on my neck, my diamonds be chokin' I know I'm the one, I feel like I'm chosen [Outro] Ayy, say you get money, lil' nigga, then show it Stackin' them racks up 'til they enormous I got the strap on my hip when I blow it Me and the gang on the same accord I ran it up, they want me to be poor Get me some money, I need me some more

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  • IceBirds
  • Drazdid911