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Lil Loaded Feat. Pooh Shiesty "Link Up" (Lyrics)
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ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Lil Loaded
Lil Loaded
Вокал
Pooh Shiesty
Pooh Shiesty
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Dashawn Robertson
Dashawn Robertson
Автор песен
Lontrell Williams
Lontrell Williams
Автор песен
Charles William Lloyd II
Charles William Lloyd II
Автор песен
Josh Fleming
Josh Fleming
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Chaseranitup
Chaseranitup
Продюсер
FlemDawg1Hunna
FlemDawg1Hunna
Продюсер
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Raymond "DatRaw" Scott
Инженер звукозаписи
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Eddie "eMIX" Hernandez
Миксинг-инженер
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Мастеринг-инженер

Слова

Big .30, get you hurt If a nigga play me, I'ma murder him Big Glock on my hip, I'ma burn him On gang, bitch-bitch, we swervin' Hop out a SCAT, all black matte Hop out, woo Gang, gang The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there) They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah) The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there) They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah) Bitch, I'm on demon time (bitch, I'm on demon time) Got my dawg in the cell, so it's free the guy (free 'em) He been talkin' too much, he gon' see the nine (grrah) Finna wet this bitch up like the pussy dry (on gang) If the feds pick me up, bitch, I'm pleadin' the fifth (the fifth) Hold the Drac' like a crutch, just to keep the bitch still (on gang) Hit that boy in his head, I was fiendin' to drill (what drill?) I was made from them trenches, I'm built for the field I ain't never ran, can't a nigga lie on me (niggas yap) Glock by my hip, keep the fire on me (that glick) I think with my gun, ain't got a mind on me (no cap) He serve around the block with his window tint Wipe the car down, get up in that bitch (get up in that bitch) Twelve on the ass so I hid my glick (grrah) That's fed time, nigga, they come with that sweep (no cap) Real life Warzone, I'm with that shit (I'm with it) Let's smoke grape blunts, I meant that shit (let's go) Watch your mouth in them songs, better fix that shit (better fix it) Big Backwoods smoke, no Swisher shit (no Swish') Glock baby with a Drac', had to switch that shit (gotta switch it) Engineer go dumb when he mix that shit Bang the Drac' like a drum when I hit that bitch (boom-boom) Nigga, fuck where you're from, nigga, say some' bitch (say some') I'm a real life soldier, I'ma face some' bitch When it's Runtz in the blunts I'ma face some' bitch Little brother went to jail, he ain't say none nigga (he ain't say) Went to court he found out- was snitchin' (he snitched) Put a nigga in the grave, now all y'all bitches Turn my niggas up, now we all some glitches (we up) Big Glock in my hand but we all got rich (we all got rich) When the whole gang slide we all on missions (on gang) All y'all snakes, nigga, all y'all hissin' (six-o, six-o) The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there) They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah) The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there) They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah) Brand new judge already (?) I put a new switch and a blade on the chop' (on the chop') I need new sparks if they on the opps I'ma FN tomorrow when they send me the drop (send me the drop) You really got low from a helicopter I'm 200 and 0, I don't ever stop (no) How you want it to go? We got plenty shots (how it go) It's a body on niggas, we ain't totin' props (brrt) Play with any of mine and get whacked (get whacked) Watch 'em down on the scene, you couldn't see your dog (whacked, whacked) He got scraped in the table, went by the bar (no) Got a old Russian K long as Tony Parker (brrt) Load an eight, drunk it raw out the baby bottle (Wock', Wock', Wock') I love takin' these drugs, that my only problem We ain't whackin' for cheap, got to up the dollar (no) When it's time to go slide, I take my revolver Ever since a lil' nigga been loaded (loaded) Rockin' Cartier, I skipped the Rollie (I skipped the Rollie) Check them Percocet, make sure they coated (make sure they coated) Shot the carbon so much 'til I broke it (my brrt) No, ain't no mo' clubbin' for opps when they send the lo' get in motion (no, no, brrt-brrt) Get on point up in the car with me, you know we fully focused (know we fully focused) This one here was on KD, he too sneaky, he get the closest (too sneaky, he get close) .762 AR pistol, this bitch all gold like a trophy (all gold like a trophy) And all my tint 'bout five percent, when we creeped up he couldn't even notice (couldn't even notice) Give up everythin' if you owe me (owe me) We slime shit like Nickelodeon (blatt, brrt, brrt, brrt-brrt-brrt) The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you we beat 'em there (bet you we beat 'em there) They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah) The opps got a party, I just got the loc' I bet you I beat 'em there (I bet you we beat 'em there) They didn't think I was comin', this ho sent the drop I bet you they see me there (I bet you they see me, grrah)
Writer(s): Lontrell D. Williams, Josh Fleming, Dashawn Robertson, Charles Lloyd Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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