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Loaded
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Loaded è stato pubblicato il 21 maggio 2021 da Outburst Pal come parte dell'album F**k Versatile
21 maggio 2021
EtichettaOutburst Pal
LinguaEnglish
BPM76
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia

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Testi

That Casper Walsh youngfella’s loaded man I swear he’s sneezin' out money
50s, 100s, hope any youngfella tries to run up he’ll be leavin' them gummy
Clean the kid up put him in the backseat, spin to the dentist
Cover his medical bill, take off a waffles at Gino’s and smashin' his dentures
That’s that ice cold shit
His teeth are twice broken
I left that boy like an old brasser gummy mouth wide open
Ice cold like Wyoming
Strung up on high doses
So don’t approach if you don’t know, I’ll leave your eye swollen
I’m all about action (mmh)
Who the fuck called me women distractions (who said it?)
Sounds like they’re not getting any the boys pull up in the motor
In every club in Dublin we always get entry
You're smelling' like envy
Look her fat ass she just sent me to the 2 on the back of the Bentley
Checkin' my bodies
Young ones are mad thinking their fannies’ll tempt me (ok)
Never
Never, never, never, never, never
(Spoken)
He’s such filth
I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s stickin’ it into everythin’ the knacker
Sure Jodie was only tellin’ me last week that he was ridin’ her
She said, she said
Ooh, tell me more (tell me more)
Is your mickey big? (is it?)
Are your pockets full? (are they full?)
I said babe (babe, babe), it’s not small (it's not small)
I’ve a bit of dough, and a lot of drugs
She say ooh, tell me more (tell me more)
Is your mickey big? (is it?) are your pockets full?
I say babe (babe, babe), it’s not small (it's not small)
I’ve a bit of dough, and a lot of drugs (I'll get some drugs)
If it don’t make money then it don’t make sense
Sit back in the coupe and get me dick sucked all up in the Mercedes Benz
Drop your bitch back to the bus stop, sort the fella give her 80 cent
Looked after, see you after, fly off in the whip part rafter
Fly off in the whip, sack full of money and a sack full of jip
That Eskimo fella is loaded man him and the dough are attached at the hip
I’m aroused by the guap
Oh I’m surrounded with lots
I sent the club up in flames now it’s surrounded with cops (oh bollocks)
So I cruise off then cruise down
All the 0s in the bank I lose count
Done packin’ and stackin’, I’m makin’ a killin’
I’m drippin’ in clobber that’s too loud
And the Cartel said I’ve got a case but the judge that I got got paid off
Few milly for a slap on the wrist
Good God I got points sail off Jeff Bezos
I wipe my hole with a 50 note an I drop it to someone that doesn’t love me
I know it’s scummy but haters are meant to be used to makin’ shit money
Oh I’m filthy, I’m stinkin’, I’m filthy stinkin’ rich up in the Lincoln
She’s inchin’ up and now I know what she’s thinkin’
She said ooh, tell me more (tell me more)
Is your mickey big? (is it?)
Are your pockets full? (are they full?)
I said babe (babe, babe), it’s not small (it's not small)
I’ve a bit of dough, and a lot of drugs
She say ooh, tell me more (tell me more)
Is your mickey big? (is it?) are your pockets full?
I say babe (babe, babe), it’s not small (it's not small)
I’ve a bit of dough, and a lot of drugs (I'll get some drugs)
Written by: Alexander Francis Sheehan, Casey Stephen Walsh, Evan Thomas Patrick Kennedy
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