a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

tre loaded - lamb chop lyrics

[intro]
yeah (bam, bam, bam, bam)
no cap, i’m eatin’ lamb in a lambo’
n+gga
bow, ayy, ayy (say breezy, haha)

[chorus]
i’m eatin’ lamb in a lambo’
and i keep two or three guns like i’m rambo (yeah, yeah)
few extra rounds, i won’t run outta ammo (yeah, yeah)
creepin’ at night in all black like it’s camo (yeah)
we the one’s sellin’ work out the bando
arp sittin’ on my lap like a banjo (no cap)
got the ho naked, she goin’ commando (yeah, yeah)
i had her screamin’ like my name was van gogh (yeah)

[verse 1]
we the richest young n+ggas around
clear the whole room, everybody get down (everybody get down)
like cement, i camе in on the ground, now i’m somewherе you can’t reach like a cloud (on god)
everywhere i go they say i’m loud
i’m smokin’ dope, i don’t care what’s allowed (i don’t care what’s allowed)
gettin’ deals, i know my mama proud
i’m one+of+one don’t fit in with the crowd, no
hundreds and fifties, get in with me
i just might lower the price (bow)
i try to stay out the way, but these n+ggas be hatin’ (yeah, yeah)
wet ’em up, you can’t put ’em in rice (yeah)
one day you feel you on top of the world, the next you in a cell and they takin’ your rights (yeah)
and if this rappin’ stop workin’ and trappin’ stop workin, then i’m finna go on a heist (oh)
i ain’t no pastor, but i’m finna preach on the beat
i d+mn near got your rent on my feet (on god)
shots knock ’em down have his ho screamin’, get up like meek and i need a few k for a feat’ (on god)
his lil’ ho knew who i was and we ain’t even meet (yeah), let her suck me up dry like a leech (oh, bang, bang, bang, bang)
bet’ not take me as no game ’cause i’m playin for keeps, ain’t gon’ stop ’til the mission complete
ayy, i can’t stop, it was days that i didn’t have a dollar
i’m in somethin’ loud, engine whine like a toddler (go, go)
i’m ’bout a bag, i ain’t tryna be popular (go, go)
dread head hitters, they lookin like rastas (go, go)
she slurp me up like she eatin’ on pasta (go, go)
keep a few hoes on my team, need a roster (go, go)
don’t got bag, then i ain’t tryna holler (go, go)
i got the hoes lit off a few shots of casa’ (go)
[chorus]
i’m eatin’ lamb in a lambo’
and i keep two or three guns like i’m rambo (okay)
few extra rounds, i won’t run outta ammo
creepin’ at night in all black like it’s camo (go, go)
we the one’s sellin’ work out the bando
arp sittin’ on my lap like a banjo (bang, bang)
got the ho naked, she goin’ commando (bang, bang)
i had her screamin’ like my name was van gogh

[verse 2]
ayy, i knew that i was that n+gga since birth (yeah)
i’m in the trap i ain’t stealin’ no purse (yeah)
this sh+t come natural, ain’t gotta rehe+rs+ (yeah)
f+ck from the back, make her lift up her skirt (yeah)
fly the ho out, i might take her to turks (yeah)
smokin’ your re+up, you trap in reverse (yeah)
i’m eatin’ good, i don’t need no deserts (yeah)
feel like the voice for the streets like i’m durk (yeah)
ayy, i couldn’t save a thousands for nothin’ (on god)
now i spend a few thousand on nothin’ (on god)
i got the chop’ and lil’ bro got a b+tton
talkin’ ’bout backends my only discussion (on god)
she make it clap like she playin’ percussions (on god)
been in the field, got me feelin like justin (on god)
his ho with me ’cause i do what he doesn’t
got too many cars like i’m workin’ for sutton
[chorus]
i’m eatin’ lamb in a lambo’
and i keep two or three guns like i’m rambo (yeah)
few extra rounds, i won’t run outta ammo
creepin’ at night in all black like it’s camo (yeah)
we the one’s sellin’ work out the bando
arp sittin’ on my lap like a banjo (bang)
got the ho naked, she goin’ commando (bang, bang)
i had her screamin’ like my name was van gogh (bang, bang, bang, bang)

[outro]
yeah (yeah, bang, bang, bang, bang)
look (bang)
bang, bang, bang, bang, bang

- tre loaded lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS