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lil debbie - loaded lyrics

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[verse 1]
if we talking waves, i’m like free w-lly
all my shipping fire, but my wrist chilly
b-tch you think you rolling [?], my new whip a [?]
diamonds always rolling with a few strippers
find a b-tch who still wit’ it when the camera roll
work magic with the tongue, p-ssy, and the pole
i could change your thinking, boy that’s all i know
with this good head, b-tch i should have made the honor roll
debbie where you going slow it down some
smoking on that loud, think i need to tone it down some
d-ck riding b-tches, gave ’em something they could bounce on
long as it comes, that’s the outcome
so when i pull up in a four and got these b-tches like
“oh no she didn’t”
b-tch you like me, b-tch you know we different
i put that kid up in the foreign, engine roaring just to show we different
hater love a b-tch, that’s still your decision, listen

[chorus]
i’ma still get this money
i’ma smoke all my weed up
i might blow a few bands
hit my plug for the re-up
like fifty a hun, he say he think i’m the one
don’t get caught in your feelings
we just be f-cking for fun
i’ma still get this money
i’ma smoke all my weed up
i might blow a few bands
hit my plug for the re-up
we up five-hundred, a milli
got my wrist looking chilly
all my b-tches sit down
i know my real b-tches feel me

[verse 2]
all about that work, bout that gangrene
same b-tch from the dirt, with the same team
wrist on froze and the whip clean
-ss nice, but the switch mean
smoking’s on and i zone out
give a dog a bone, then i bone out
f-cking leave him, i don’t f-cking need him
type of b-tch to blow a hundred grand for no f-cking reason
got an outtie in the bay, another in la
all about the slave, for the pay
i don’t f-cking play, miss me with that bull
not today, or another day
i ain’t got the time, got the grind, staying out the way
shed light on these b-tches, call it candle bars
hope we handle ours, watch me ride it like some handle bars
watch your verses get a couple hundred grand for ours
she’s so many, many [?]
b-tch you know that bread is ours, sh-t

[chorus]
i’ma still get this money
i’ma smoke all my weed up
i might blow a few bands
hit my plug for the re-up
like fifty a hun, he say he think i’m the one
don’t get caught in your feelings
we just be f-cking for fun
i’ma still get this money
i’ma smoke all my weed up
i might blow a few bands
hit my plug for the re-up
we up five-hundred, a milli
got my wrist looking chilly
all my b-tches sit down
i know my real b-tches feel me



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