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letra de believe it - loso loaded

[chorus: loso loaded]
i’ma need two percs if i’m hittin’ that, hittin’ that
ig, flex a hundred racks if you gettin’ that, gettin’ that
i be at the top, n-gga kick back, kick back
one hundred deep we’ll beat a n-gga blue black, blue black
i’ma need two percs if i’m hittin’ that, hittin’ that
ig, flex a hundred racks if you gettin’ that, gettin’ that
i be at the top, n-gga kick back, kick back
one hundred deep we’ll beat a n-gga blue black, blue black
believe it, yeah (yeet yeet)

[verse 1: loso loaded]
count this sh-t up by the thousand
them young n-ggas with me wildin’
pull up to the club shining
i’m still havin’, gon’ remind you
let them shooters come and find you
you know i know where you stay
you know i know how you play
on instagram every day
i can make you fade away
n-gga fakin’ n-gga flake
hit him with the shake and bake
finessin’ n-ggas every day
hit the club, spend, and re-up
gucci on me from the feet up
dope be ballin’ too d-mn hard
tell these n-ggas get they d up
i’m lookin’, i’m talkin’, smellin’ like a brick
for a lil thousand i can get you hit
i get a pound and break it down in nicks
go three for the ten ’cause i be on my sh-t
came out the gutter, came straight out the hole
bust that lil p-ssy, bust that cameltoe
pop me a few perkies, now i’ma overload
f-ckin’ your b-tch, she say she gon’ explode

[verse 2: felipe da don]
i been exposed to money
i want a load of money
my neck r-t-rded, my wrist r-t-rded
when i’m on the perc tans, your b-tch she a target
track car, push b-tton start it
lately i been in my feelings
ridin’ around the city, clutchin’ the carbon
the narcs, we still tryna dodge ’em
all of this paper on me, i cannot wait on no b-tch
i cannot hate on no n-gga
mickey mouse, rat -ss n-ggas
i cannot vouch for no snitch
and we still havin’ this sh-t, b-tch we still havin’ this sh-t
marlo still whippin’ them bricks, loso still loaded and sh-t

[verse 3: loso loaded]
what he want do, what he gon’ do?
i ain’t gotta call the goons to come through
i’ll do it by myself, i ain’t never needed help
i’m so official like the ref, checkerboards on my belt
pop one, pop two, pourin’ dirty mountain dew
rip to pimp c, i’m still pourin’ by the deuce
got influenced by the gang, you know i’m runnin’ with my gang
loaded family over everything, n-gga you know what i bang
i’m drippin’ on ’em, skywalker
i f-ck your b-tch and i don’t call her
what you want, come place your order
put them birdies in the boiler
loso loaded get the check
real street n-gga strapped with the tec
she let me f-ck her in the benz
on the two perc tans

- loso loaded

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