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letra de in my head / loaded - haloo!

[intro]
(haloo!)
(oh woah, woah, why)
(woah woah, ooh woah, woah)
(woah, woahh, oh, woah-ha-o)

[chorus]
as i done said
grah, to the head
i hate the way you lie, you planting demons in my head
i stay with my “tom tooley, oh” i walk down with that lead
walk with that lead!
you in my head
you wish that i would be gone, or dead
i would respect that, but you said that i was the best
you lied, and you know it, just say it with your chest
that glocky stay loaded!
i keep losing focus
the drugs in my system again!
this glock, loaded again
prada, denim, fitted in
all black, jeans, its vetements
i rock the show, like its a band
this ho, wan’ bring her friend
prolly cause im winnin’
breaking bread, like with the fam
i split that twenty, where my ten?
[verse]
i told that p-ssy “ bring my ten right here “
we going band for band, bring yo lil ass bucks
when its time for bread, wake up
that uzi stay loaded up
im still hurt, and them percs doin’ nun
i can’t f-ck with it no more
i can’t f-ck with that wh0re
i’ve been here before
i’ve lost and won more
and it hurts like before
she played my heart, like a chord, of course
of course, woah

[bridge]
(woah, woah, woah, woah, oh woah)
in my head i say “of course”
oh i say “of course”
of course, of course, of course
you know choppa, it sing so loud, ayy
ice frozen
ive been knowing
get backkk!

[chorus]
(haloo!)
as i done said
grah, to the head
i hate the way you lie, you planting demons in my head
i stay with my “tom tooley, oh” i walk down with that lead
walk with that lead!
you in my head
you wish that i would be gone, or dead
i would respect that, but you said that i was the best
you lied, and you know it, just say it with your chest
that glocky stay loaded!
i keep losing focus
the drugs in my system again!
this glock, loaded again
prada, denim, fitted in
all black, jeans, its vetements
i rock the show, like its a band
this ho, wan’ bring her friend
prolly cause im winnin’
breaking bread, like with the fam
i split that twenty, where my ten?
[refrian]
this glock, loaded again
prada, denim, fitted in
all black, jeans, its vetements
i rock the show, like its a band
this ho, wan’ bring her friend
prolly cause im winnin’
breaking bread, like with the fam
i split that twenty, where my ten?

[outro]
(twenty with my twin)
(i’ve been winnin’)
(now, i got my twin)
(cause, im winnin’)

- haloo

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