Lyrics

Yeah, mayne M-Town, mayne (North, North) What Juicy say? Hey Shut the fuck up! We don't play in the M Don't play no games, mayne Yeah, yeah Loaded Load that shit up Yeah, yeah Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up (Load it, got the sticks) Load it up (Load it, got them clips) Load it up (Load it, got that bih) Load it up (Load it, in my whip) Load it up Load it Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) (My account) Load it up (And this chicken) Can't fold it up (If you got it) Hold it up (Out the door) Load it up Juicy J the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) My joint long as a robe (robe) Lil' mama roll it, lick it, light it I want all the smoke (smoke) I don't want relations, baby, I just wanna poke (poke) Know all them niggas money funny, I can take a joke (haha) What's that in my cup? Hol' up What's that in your chain? (Chain) Boy your diamonds cloudy, it's a heavy chance of rain (damn) Bro stay in your lane (lane) We don't ball the same (hmm) Quarter million dollar watch, I left it plain jane (jane) Bitch, don't ask who did it (did it) You with the big ol' titties (titties) You got million followers but drive a Honda Civic, ooh Nigga ain't playin' with me, they already know what's up Like a U-Haul truck, bitch, I'm always loaded up (yeah) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up (loaded) (Load it, got the sticks) Load it up (Load it, got them clips) Load it up (Load it, got that bih) Load it up (Load it, in my whip) Load it up Load it Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up (loaded) (Load it, my account) Load it up (Load it, and this chicken) Can't fold it up (Load it, if you got it) Hold it up (Load it, out the door) Load it up (yeah, ayy, check it) Load it up and let it ride We ain't fuckin' with the other side (yeah, yeah, yeah) Rollercoaster with these bullets, bitch, 'cause I'ma let 'em ride Last nigga tried to rob, swear to God that nigga died (yeah, grrrr) Fell in love with killin', bitch, I'm tryna catch a homicide Ayy, bitch, I'm loaded like potatoes I want the bread just like tomatoes (yeah) And if a nigga want some beef, bitch, you know that I'ma k' 'em And I'ma feed his ass hollows, Glocks yeah we pop those (pop those) Give a nigga shells like he orderin' some tacos She see my pockets, yeah, a nigga loaded These bitches flat, just like a nigga bloated Bitch, my money real long, I can't even fuck Glock on my hip, you know a nigga tote it You know and I ain't gotta show it (yeah, yeah) If I off this motherfucker, guarantee that a nigga blowin' (bah-bah, bah-bah) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up (loaded) (Load it, got the sticks) Load it up (Load it, got them clips) Load it up (Load it, got that bih) Load it up (Load it, in my whip) Load it up Load it Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) Load it up, load it up (loaded) (Load it, my account) Load it up (Load it, and this chicken) Can't fold it up (Load it, if you got it) Hold it up (Load it, out the door) Load it up
Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Joshua Howard Luellen, Bryson Lashun Potts, Dorien Robert Marchand Theus Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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