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juju24l - loaded lyrics

ion’ believe in god but i spent twenty on this jesus piece
how the f+ck you think i owe you sum? you must think i’m green
flooded rollie, different time zone, miri’ on my jeans
i got all these demons from my past catching up with me
lot of murder, lot of n+ggas dying, lot of bloodshed
on my momma, n+gga play wit you, he gon’ end up dead
i was only 13 when i found out what my daddy did
murder n+gga, he was catching bodies, leaving n+ggas dead
know we had to do it; i can’t blame him for what he f+ckin’ did
sh+t was tragic, remember seein’ roaches on my f+ckin fridge
now i’m poppin’, wish a n+gga would remind me of that sh+t
grab the glocky, lil bro say he hear something in that f+ckin kitchen
fully loaded, yeah my pocket poking, n+ggas know i’m chosen
city n+gga, i like f+cking b+tches, i might take em’ bowling
pyrex whippin, f+cking up that kitchen, smelling like it’s moldy
three nine deuce, supercharged hemi, i might blow the engine
spaz out and tell lil rod to chill cuz he might blow the switchy
drill on feet, don’t jump out that v, cuz you might blow the mission
tunnel vision, just two years ago, they wasn’t f+cking with me
call me now, cuz i got all these stains on my f+ckin’ linen
1v1, it’s just me and you, buck and i’ma shoot
pressure applied, n+ggas say it’s up, tell em’ touch the roof
srt durango, i went seven days in the same clothes
b+tch my pockets loaded, i got extra cheese like queso
give a f+ck bout’ who you know, gotta tap in when you come down gray road
know 2+4 be global, i got members all in clayco
hold your glizzy up if you ever stepped on n+ggas
gen 5 on my side, i don’t f+ck with basic pistols
demon time, i might pop a perc, then go step on n+ggas
partner ain’t wanna drill, went by myself, told myself to get em’
f+ck i look like payin’ a n+gga? i’m the one who come to get ya
i’m the one who spinned the block, i’m the one who took your pistol
n+ggas say, “he hard”, till i broke him like a candy cane
fifty on this glock, told that n+gga, “can you stand the rain?”
steppers all in line, told them n+ggas i feel like major payne
all these f+ckin’ bodies, told that n+gga i’m finna climb the ranks
nah i ain’t from new orleans, but i love the way this draco bang
nick got a cannon, and he love to let that b+tch sing
murder n+gga, all i know is red rum. (huh, huh)
glock too loud, d+mn near bust my eardrums
once i start, can’t never stop, took yo’ glock, ain’t gettin’ it back
n+gga really p+ssy, tried to send his partner to get it back
we gon’ wack sum, shake down, glock fully, hunnid rounds
two+four, lotta bullets, lotta choppers, underground
sitting’ in “?” i got three guns in my lap, yeah
n+gga thought he real hard, he done bought’ then got his ass clapped, yeah
break down bout this sh+t ain’t cheap. i got za for 23
they say, “juju why you taxin?”, n+gga cuz this rapper weed
they say, “juju why you trappin?”, studio time ain’t f+ckin’ free
cleanup crew we do the most, strip em’ out they f+ckin’ jeans

i don’t f+ck with bullies, turnt my glock into a fully. (huh)
everytime we catch a opp, we just call a hoodie
headshot, headshot, stone cold, bedrock
dissing on the net, that’s how you get your f+ckin’ head popped
i’m so f+ckin’ bl++dy, sign a deal and buy a red watch
just like future said, i’ma be fresh as h+ll til’ the feds watching
(huh, huh) grab the glocky (huh, huh) grab the glocky
just like pizza hut, we tryna knock you out yo f+ckin’ toppings
b+tch from overseas, everytime she call me f+ckin papi
(huh, huh) grab the glocky (huh, huh) grab the glocky

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