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letra de loaded - malaynah

[intro]
ghost made this beat
stop playing with these n-ggas ghost

[part i]

[verse]
ended up [?] on sunset, that sh-t 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
b-tches calling, want they man back, i don’t answer
you should know broke b-tch 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 b-tch and i’m stacking chips for my grandson
don’t cap about that fake causе we got that sh-t on camera
savage sh-t, man it’s kinda sad you doing average sh-t
bad b-tch, 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 h-ll, 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 ho-rs-
i’m in the ring, they forget my name like “go, floyd!”
your f-cking 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, b-tch i’m so for it
that’s cold, sub-zero

[part ii]

[hook]
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

[verse]
i be rocking christians and polo
balling, whipping the rover
i’m a b-tch 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
[hook]
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

[outro]
“i’m coming for you, b-tches
yeah 11:11”

- malaynah

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