paroles de chanson Loaded - Malaynah

Ghost made this beat
Stop playing with these niggas Ghost

Ended up [?] on Sunset, that shit was random
Big six, we good with the poles like a dancer
Salty when you see me, just go 'head and put your hands up
Say the wrong thing and we blitzin', no prancer
Bitches calling, want they man back, I don't answer
You should know broke bitch problems, I don't have none
I done been in all these dudes pockets like a handgun
Opps be trying to take my life, they like a cancer
Thought that he could hit just because I said he handsome
My partner still mixing promеthazine with the Fanta
Rich bitch and I'm stacking chips for my grandson
Don't cap about that fake causе we got that shit on camera
Savage shit, man it's kinda sad you doing average shit
Bad bitch, they be like "your waist just did a magic trick"
My side chick Emily, bank account Fabulous
Go get you a diamond tester, see how much the karats is
You thought it was sweet sweet, let me change the narrative
If you come for me, it's gon' be embarrassing
Know I got that big bag on me like I'm traveling
Brave enough to walk up to Suge and call him Marion
Louis V bikini, Balenciaga beanie
It's funny how you don't like me but you wanna be me
Ain't I out spending money like I got a genie
While you in the house bored as hell, looking at TV
Each and everywhere I be, know I got that steel on me
Poking out my dress like I got a power drill on me
Eyeballing your plate, ate your food and I'm still hungry
Yeah you on the charts but to us you just a lil homie
Yeah Malaynah bossed up, I had no choice
Guns in your hand don't make you real, J-Cole voice
You making no noise, beasting so I'm so hoarse
I'm in the ring, they forget my name like "Go, Floyd!"
Your fucking favourite rapper got nothing to show for it
I just copped a Beamer, you could show for it
11 Records courtesy, no car note for it
And if you wanna pull receipts, bitch I'm so for it

Don't be, don't be, don't be tryna do me
I got real hitters with the toolies
VVS's dancing on my jewelies
I got 'em hot and ready like a 2-piece

I be rocking Christians and Polo
Balling, whipping the Rover
I'm a bitch when I'm sober
I'm so different and colder
And my mission is covert
Yes I spit that Ebola
Cashing out [?]
Got a chip on my shoulder
I've had the raw fish at Boa
Sometimes the fit is from 'Nova
Wake 'em up like I'm Folgers
Don't catch a clip like a folder
I'm doing what I do
Just do you
LV on my shoes
Malaynah, I can't lose

Don't be, don't be, don't be tryna do me
I got real hitters with the toolies
VVS's dancing on my jewelies
I got 'em hot and ready like a 2-piece

"I'm coming for you, bitches
Yeah 11:11"