Loaded Songtext
von Lil Debbie

If we talking waves, I′m like Free Willy

All my shit be fire, but my wrist chilly
Bitch, you think you rollin', peep my new whip
Call it Ace of Diamonds, always rollin′ with a few strippers
Kinda bitches still with it when the camera roll
Work magic with that tongue, pussy and a pole
I could change your thinking, boy, that's all I know
With this good head, bitch, I should've made the honor roll

Debbie, where you going? Slow it down some
Smoking on that loud, think I need to tone it down some
Dick-riding bitches, gave ′em something they could bounce on
Long as it comes stays the outcome
So when I pull up in that foreign
Got these bitches like, "Oh no, she didn′t!"
Look just like me, bitch, you know we different
I put that kit up on the foreign
Engine roaring just to show we different
Hate or love a bitch, that's your decision, listen


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 like 50, uh-huh, he say he think I′m the one
Don't get caught in your feelings, we just be fucking 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 bitches stay down, I know my real bitches feel me

All about that work, 'bout that gang green
Same bitch from the dirt with the same team
Wrist on froze and the whip clean
Ass nice, but her switch mean

Smoke a zone and I zone out
Give a dog a bone and I bone out

Fuck and leave ′em, I don′t fuckin' need ′em
Type of bitch to blow a hundred grand for no fuckin' reason
Got an Audi in the Bay, another in LA
All about the slay for the pay, I don′t fuckin' play
Miss me with that bull, not today or another day
I ain′t got the time, 'bout to grind, staying out the way
Shed light on these bitches, call it candle bars
Ho, we handle ours, watch me ride it like some handlebars
What your verses getting? Couple grand for ours
See so many, many millions, bitch, you know that brand is ours, shit


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 like 50, uh-huh, he say he think I′m the one
Don't get caught in your feelings, we just be fucking 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 bitches stay down, I know my real bitches feel me