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tre loaded - vo flow lyrics

ay ay ay
in the 392, how you say you not f+ckin’ got on daisy dukes
i ain’t no regular rapper, these bullets will tack ya
so get out the way when i shoot
i don’t play with my food
if i call abp better know he gonna do what it do
says his ass wanna be famous
got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news

can’t be nice i like my b+tches rude
bet this glock make him change up his mood
i can’t give you no money
you b+tches be funny you better go back to your dude
he play gangsta and think that it’s cool
give her d+ck now she screaming out oooo
i might pull out the camera
we goin banana she givin me brain like the school
when we done tell that lil hoe to get on
f a l and we don’t need to put on and you live for the media
i on’ really post cuz they like how i put that sh+t on
on the run gonna get me a flip phone
you ain’t bigger than me on your tiptoes
i ain’t shoot in the crowd
rather walk his ass down
when i up it your ass better get low
need a bag come and buy you a method
designer drill we still hitting sh+t up in giuseppe
say he a problem i’m testing
we sliding through 3 different guns
ed, edd, and eddie
i got the sauce like some dressing
he wanna smoke and now he in the box like a session
running it up i ain’t resting
i blow a wood to the face cuz it keep me from stressing
you n+ggas steppin’ we stompin’
my b+tch she bright like a orange but got ass like a pumpkin
no donuts but we really dunking
i’m the big man in the paint make a play like i’m dunkin’
if you ain’t suckin’ i ain’t comin’
keep me a stick like i play for the band i ain’t drumming
i burn my fingers from the thumbin
we was just broke and tre loaded made somethin’ outta nothin
in the 392, how you say you not f+ckin’ got on daisy dukes
i ain’t no regular rapper, these bullets will tack ya
so get out the way when i shoot
i don’t play with my food
if i call abp better know he gonna do what it do
says his ass wanna be famous
got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news

baby come f+ck with a cheater, i know you an eater, ain’t talking chris brown how i beat her
i’m hot but i don’t got a fever
i did this sh+t on my own you gonna follow the leader
dope got me higher than pita
if you get put in that room you gonna fold like fajitas
touchdown i don’t play no receiver
and if you up better shoot, cut him up like a pizza
ay pour a deuce in the faygo
i got some hittas who go when i say so
they had no cheese had to switch up the payroll
and i be stretching these hoes like some playdoh
hit from the back put my thumb in her a+hole
know i’m next to fly out to barbados
with a white john had to try out the mayo
you can get hit with the glock or the draco
then my folks do the dash
this sh+t is steaming so we moving fast
don’t call my phone if it ain’t bout no cash
you not gonna walk nothin down with no mask
if you seen what i seen you be ready to crash
might not be first but not comin’ in last
whole team win when you learn how to pass
he wanted smoke had to turn it to ash
green beam like the whole club we ready to smash
aye and i slide with them youngin’s no rio
we really moving the weight the whole team got a plate, can’t get caught if we do that’s a rico
these b+tches really be fake so i can not protect, so i’d rather go f+ck on a freak hoe
i stay away from them snakes and i’m all about cake
i just want you to cheat like a cheeto
in the 392, how you say you not f+ckin’ got on daisy dukes
i ain’t no regular rapper, these bullets will tack ya
so get out the way when i shoot
i don’t play with my food
if i call abp better know he gonna do what it do
says his ass wanna be famous
got hit with a banger and now his whole face on the news

ay ay
ay and now his whole face on the news
ay ay ay we leaving an m in the pool
ay ay ay now he dead cuz he played with the dude
ay yeah loaded gang no cap

- tre loaded lyrics

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