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LOAT!
LOAT!
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LOAT!
LOAT!
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LOAT!
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Yeah, yeah, na-na-na, na Na-na-na, na (Nate) hahaha Yeah, yeah I'm a villain I don't fuck with lames, I'm the realest Bacardi, white girls, snow bunny on the ceiling She feel it, ran off on the plug, I ain't stealin' I just made a couple bricks and invited all the bitches in the building They just wanna dance for some bands Throw a couple ones, put it in the band That lil' dance how we dealin' Got a couple fans wanna jam Loadin' up the gun, pop-pop, put 'em in a trance How we livin' I don't fuck with lames, I'm the realest Bacardi, white girls, snow bunny on the ceiling She feel it, ran off on the plug, I ain't stealin' I just made a couple bricks and invited all the bitches in the building They just wanna dance for some bands Throw a couple ones, put it in the band That lil' dance how we dealin' Got a couple fans wanna jam (ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy) Loadin' up the gun, pop-pop, put 'em in a trance (ayy, ayy) How we livin' I feel like Sylvester Stallone (ayy, ayy, ayy) I ain't a hero, but I think your bitch is givin' me dome You're makin' zeros, but this Patek puttin' me in the zone (ayy, in the zone) I got more bands than a rubber factory and I'm only 16 (ayy, ayy) Bitch, I'm makin' this bread, no bakery (uh) Fakest motherfuckers always hatin' on me She a bunny girl, ain't no 1nonly 'Cause she hoppin' on a train for the LOAT!, yeah (ayy, ayy) Made this shit into a career I be shinin' with the diamonds, thought it'd be crystal clear (ayy, ayy) I guess it ain't, tell thotty she'd be in tears (ayy, ayy) Shout-out Tyler, shout-out Mir, those the only ones who really know my name "Fuck it, LOAT! ain't shit" But I bet ride or die on your bitch's playlist I be failin' school 'cause I don't do shit (ayy, ayy) Man, fuck all them teachers 'cause they ain't know shit Thousand on the fit, that's four hundred on the shirt Ran a train on your bitch, see we left her in the dirt (ayy, ayy) Plug open shop, I'm a clerk (ayy, ayy), he know we gon' get to work Be on mars, ain't no Bruno, that's a first (ayy) I be ice cold, iced out, I be chillin' I'm about to drop the hook, feel a tug, then I reel it They say they want a drop, ask 'em if they feel it But I'm sorry lil' baby, I'm a motherfuckin' villain I don't fuck with lames, I'm the realest Bacardi, white girls, snow bunny on the ceiling She feel it, ran off on the plug, I ain't stealin' I just made a couple bricks and invited all the bitches in the building They just wanna dance for some bands Throw a couple ones, put it in the band That lil' dance how we dealin' Got a couple fans wanna jam Loadin' up the gun, pop-pop, put 'em in a trance How we livin' I don't fuck with lames, I'm the realest Bacardi, white girls, snow bunny on the ceiling She feel it, ran off on the plug, I ain't stealin' I just made a couple bricks and invited all the bitches in the building They just wanna dance for some bands Throw a couple ones, put it in the band That lil' dance how we dealin' Got a couple fans wanna jam Loadin' up the gun, pop-pop, put 'em in a trance How we livin'
Writer(s): Sutton Kelley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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