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preme - loaded lyrics

[verse 1: preme]
both middle fingers to the force
i just left port in a porsche
and i always chose money over war
still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
just a young n-gga from the way getting paid
we been living but i die for the homies any day
and they love me from the 6 to the bay
roll a n-gga over in the rolls if he in the way
i’m loaded, racked up loaded
back up n-gga, i’m way too frozen
hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
a-list b-tch but her name ain’t important
if they buy a brick in my city i import it
would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
no 9 to 5 cause that sh-t look boring
new whip, new b-tch and them hoes both foreign
woah, middle fingers to the cops
b-tch i’m the boss on my block
my little bro changed since the day he got shot
bandana and the hammer now we look like pac
just trying to make a million with this pen, get my n-ggas out the pen
build a dozen n-ggas [?] and i do this sh-t again
man i only got brothers, i ain’t never had friends
getting dollars with them n-ggas that ain’t never had cents
oh no

[hook: preme]
f-ck all them n-ggas they dodging
all of them b-tches is my b-tches
all of my n-ggas is mobbing
[?]
we loaded
f-ck all them n-ggas, my n-ggas is loaded
we loaded
f-ck, man we get it, we loaded
f-ck all them n-ggas we mobbing
i turn from your b-tch to my b-tch
and a n-gga gon’ try sh-t
listen lil n-gga go backwards
we loaded
f-ck all them n-ggas, my n-ggas is loaded
we loaded
f-ck, man we get it, we loaded

[verse 2: yg]
no white t’s anymore, they don’t check id’s anymore
got a b-tch named christian dior, cause all the b-tch wear is christian dior
catch a n-gga ridin’ by myself
got the nine on me, i ain’t really ridin’ by myself
i don’t need help, i count mine by myself
on a mission to the money, i designed by myself
i’m loaded, racked up loaded
backup n-gga, watch how i blow this
this sh-t come and go, hocus pocus
gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
she tryna f-ck all day and get loaded
i wanna f-ck two, but i’m tryna get focused
million dollars in there, what a n-gga grossing?
used to kick down the front door, now the door open
ooh, we don’t f-ck with the opps, baby tryna f-ck up the knots
oh, and if you f-ck up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the glock
i’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
can i live?, big steak on the grill
in the safe half a mill, p reign 4 hundred
ovo 4 hundred, six side so trill

- preme lyrics

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