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bmk baby - loud (feat. k price) lyrics

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intro [bmk baby]:
you talking bout the bands but you ain’t bout the beat tho

i done sacrificed everything going onto the beat, you know what the f-ck be going on in these streets yeah
what’s poppin up in them streets yeah, yeah what’s poppin i keep the heat

verse one [bmk baby]:
top models we poppin them hard bottles yeah your girl always spitting she quittin but mine swallow

sipping heavy going crazy off the hennessy and f-ck with me once and i promise you’ll have no enemies
yeah i just f-cked that girl and i promise yo she’ll remember me, if you got a problem yo trust me i got the remedy

wait slow it down cause i’m leanin, feel like a demon, that’s dreamin you know i’m poppin i got it and don’t go runnin your mouths because i know you ain’t bout it and i’ve been chasin my money i might go cop me a foreign and run around with some n-gg-s my sh-t is poppin it’s blowin and i ain’t left so i’m pourin, my sh-t is wavy it’s flowing like off the top of a flowin

wait give me a minute i might go cruising, i’m touring and all y’all n-gg-s are boring and let me say something real quick, y’all ain’t got sh-t, i’m the lil n-gg-, k!ll sh-t, i drip big, my d-ck big
your girl like my sh-t i had to drill it, real quick, pink drink, big dreams
money chasing i’m on my grind your dog can never skip all i speak truth, you know i never lie my dogs will keep you forward down do not just ? waste your time

yeah
cause i be wavy like that, the way she move i like that, they shoot be shooting right back, 3 40s in the back rack, 3 ounces in the backpack, my n-gg-s we the wild pack we crazy till we rap that

bridge [bmk baby]:
yeah, what’s poppin up in them streets yeah, yeah what’s poppin i keep that heat
what’s poppin up in these streets yeah
what’s poppin i keep that heat

verse 2 [k price]:
look
i ain’t gotta talk imma let that cash speak f-ck around and get ? chopper in the back seat, a n-gg- run into the money like a f-ckin athlete last n-gg- talk down r.i.p. like last week

feds did a sweep and them ops trynna creep but i’d rather take a bullet than a n-gg- take my seat
5k for a feat i ain’t doin sh-t for free that n-gg- shoot it once, swear to god i’m 33

i’m on the road every night like no sleep leak, flip a brick and run it back swear the plug need me
you a lil n-gg- i be chillin w the ogs and my n-gg-s did that time so i’m layin lowkey, but i ain’t runnin from the smoke got that 30 on me, sippin 40s with my n-gg-s yeah i got it so clean
got the green but i keep a hunnid bands for the team yeah

what’s poppin up in them streets yeah
what’s poppin i keep that heat yeah, yeah
what’s poppin she been a freak yeah
then n-gg-s they been asleep yeah

verse 3 [bmk baby]:
yeah
f-ck waiting in that line we getting in the vans me and my bros trynna get this money hit that money dance
secure the bag and hit a lick a couple hunnid bands yeah we going crazy off that sh-t and i ain’t talkin xans

my homies we the craziest tho we always got those hundred grams
haaaaa
we always got those hundred grams
haaaaaaaa

[verse 4]:
aye, lil shortie done hit me with the clean dirty soda with the lean, young yoda with the dream, imma motherf-cking fiend

f-ck her then her daughter then i leave
cutting off the scene, skrrt off in a beam with irene she done seen where i been

shoot her like i’m kobe i’m a big move kid
diamond on my wrist when i flip young la-tino, f-ck it up like mitch aye
young -ss n-gg- getting rich, yay
i just need that head baby you can keep the rest, you need bmk that’s the motherf-ckin fix



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