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letra de loading (remix - mashup) - drl media

[intro]
(hargo production)

[chorus: central cee]
cee don’t be on the road too tough
but i still cut through with the local thugs (thugs)
coulda ran off the plug
but i kept it real and i showed him love (showed him love)
lil’-lil’ bro got the poker tucked
where we grow up, it’s so corrupt
fans see me on the block, go nuts
i’m not in my bag, i’m loading, loading
back then, it was hand-to-hand
nowadays, i don’t have no involvement
in the trap, i’ll stay on my own
i’m home alone, macaulay culkin
whyjay no commented it
it’s complicated, ’cause the case still open
the boys in blue tryna find them clues
in the station, problem-solving
[verse 1: digga d]
bro put a box in draws, 3.5s and scores
phone man if you want that
don’t talk like you’re bad, you ain’t on that
combat, juice gon’ spill like cognac
whip that sh-t, don’t stop ’til i lock that
heard there’s a mash on sale, man cop that
verbal abuse is long, akh, stop that
back out the mash and drop that, shot that
if you want buju, man got that
banton tt smash it and dot that, chop that
countryside, where the gwops at
jump in pics, you ain’t bro, man, crop that
no whip, then pedal bike risk it, he flipped it
back out my shank and dip it, ballistic
push in my shank and twist it
pebs in cling, that’s oreo biscuits

[verse 2: ondrills]
the first gun that i saw, i was young
i was 15 puttin’ corn in pumps (i love it)
done a drill then went to my mums
petrol bath for the sawn off ones (clean it)
don’t dash that weapon away
bleach that blade and keep it safe (c’mon)
you don’t bang and you don’t get paid
i bruck down packs and splash mans face
i get opps, i don’t care if it’s bait
pyc like how is your mate? (firm that)
do a drill in the night or the day
cheff down opps or slap that gauge (bow)
this dot-dot here ain’t safe
rise that stick, it’s illegal praise (rise that)
when i ride that, i don’t step zait
amm on the back with a loaded tray (i love it)
[verse 3: lr]
sh-t drillings don’t count
don’t ask me how
in the 9 where the guns go bow
free sneako, had the wildest trial
f-ck a verdict, they got my n-gga locked down
until then i’ma stack these pounds
shotgun beat you can hear the sound
no brothel settings when i buss some rounds
the opps are wet, just thought i’d announce
sh-t drillings don’t count
don’t ask me how
in the 9 where the guns go bow
free sneako, had the wildest trial
f-ck a verdict, they got my n-gga locked down
until then i’ma stack these pounds
shotgun beat you can hear the sound
no brothel settings when i buss some rounds
the opps are wet, just thought i’d announce
free sneaks, he don’t talk like them
he got bagged for an m, now he’s sitting in prison
my whole gang’s on drillings, juice been spilling
i’m in n9 tryna k!ll him
your whole gang’s on fibbings, new plate victims
rise this mash for bro in an instant
i don’t wanna hear chilling on the fence
cah chilling on the fence, you gon’ end up on the bench
the whole gang’s left t-shirts drenched
said it already, this beef’s intense
shouts time 2 like bold and reeves
xabad with sparko dodging these feds
i got beef with old school friends
chef, drench, depress these gems
free tugga, he love wipe his lens
burn that bridge if he f-cks with them
[chorus: central cee]
cee don’t be on the road too tough
but i still cut through with the local thugs (thugs)
coulda ran off the plug
but i kept it real and i showed him love (showed him love)
lil’-lil’ bro got the poker tucked
where we grow up, it’s so corrupt
fans see me on the block, go nuts
i’m not in my bag, i’m loading, loading
back then, it was hand-to-hand
nowadays, i don’t have no involvement
in the trap, i’ll stay on my own
i’m home alone, macaulay culkin
whyjay no commented it
it’s complicated, ’cause the case still open
the boys in blue tryna find them clues
in the station, problem-solving

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