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lirik lagu fully loaded – ekwesco

[intro]
aye bro, finally!
welcome to the album, listen hard or disregard
(i’m still drunk) facts, and we’re on our way (yuh!)

[verse 1: ekwesco]
smoke said the folks throwing bows off the rip
why they in my business? they really want me to trip (okay)
let me catch you talking, keep on thinking you’re the sh*t (brrrrat!)
walking through the city with the pistol on my hip
on probation, all these others always lazy
keeping my word when i tell you i’m crazy
never vacation
ain’t got no time for no playing, that’s on a daily
if we got beef come and fade me (run it)
my imagination sp*cey (done it)
not a junkie, you can’t lace me (drug it)
i ain’t never been gang and you claim to be thugging
(rubbish!) give me the pen, i go wild
put away your wife and hide the child
take your breath away and keep a smile
chugging monster, hi my name is kyle
i might strike you as odd with the bars
motherf*cking lights coming on when i start
i shred drums, keep me off the guitar
small motherf*cker, but my heart make me large
i don’t like that abc ass flow so let me switch it up
bars consistent, i’m a arsonist with no guitar
i hit sh*t like i’m lars ulrich, b*tch!
(mmm! uh! yuh! hmm!)
p*ssy good enough to get burned while i’m up in it (what?)
f*ck you like a bad b*tch that i can’t stand
beat it up all f*cking night like d*mn
don’t try to run up on ek with some of that static
boy i know everybody (uh*huh!)
so even if you k!ll me i won’t have to worry about your body, b*tch
(what the f*ck) do it!
b*tch who are you?
you don’t believe in yourself, i do
spending every waking night in the stu
i do that sh*t

[hook: ekwesco]
b*tch i’m fully loaded with my head in the clouds
way too in my zone to even care ’bout a crowd
walk up to your girl and pull my genitals out
then she gets on her knees and blows the head with the crown
i’m in my zone, b*tch i’m always in my zone
she staring at my jeans, i know she wanna take me home
i ain’t gotta persuade her, i just let her give me dome
you calling her up later, but i been turned off her phone

[verse 2: lp rambo]
yeah we got them black ass guns
how many your black ass want?
bro he on probation, everyday he smoking fat ass blunts
fourth july down the street, then we come back that’s won
fourth july down the street, then we come back that’s won
send nudes, uh, she sent every one, huh
left that b*tch on open and she sent me thirty*one, huh, yeah
riding through the opps cause my surface gone (it’s gone, it’s gone)
rich opps, 6ix ain’t never heard of one (aye)
every bill that’s in my pocket worth the same amount, hundreds
all these n*ggas cashing checks with no bank account, runaway
woke up still here, give god thanks about that (thank you god)
wasn’t here from the jump then you can’t hang around (f*ck you)
aye (b*tch) out here broke, you in danger now (you in danger now)
you a dc here trying to save her now (captain save a ho)
was the game, i’m the player now (b*tch what)
by yourself, who you came with now? (ooooh)
look at my neck, ocean
ride the whip, it’s floating
still pistol toting
hop out the whip like “oh sh*t”
gave my chain away, it’s old and i can’t have no old sh*t (aye)
tape that glizzy where his nose is, boy stop being nosy
cut n*ggas off said i’m folding (i’m folding)
when i got shot they ain’t notice (what)
asking what type of hypnosis (what else)
throw it out, they ain’t notice
had to just doubt it was folks
tell ’em you n*ggas is bogus
get your face exploded (exploded)
saying i’m the culprit (who? me! woo!)

[verse 3: ekwesco]
lil b*tch, i been a beast
wrecking microphones for years and years
they’ve been trying to play me off and i’m here
i don’t want to listen to none of y’all in my ear
everybody talking is full of feminine fear
it’s official, i can never trust a b*tch
cause they lie and they cheat
then they bait and they switch, yeah
might be slowly turning in to my dad
mixing faygo with the jager, huh
might just go and peak ’til the day i’m content, yeah
i am a lyrical miracle fan
you are not spiritual, here we go, d*mn
people get in their feelings and go ham
i don’t give a f*ck about your demands
let them get their hating off
told ’em all to wave the charge
while i’m downing vegas bombs
right before i blaze the bong
save your songs
all you ever do is take up sp*ce with flaws
hey big dog
f*ck you and your little homies, kay? (get lost)

[verse 4: jaywavy]
aye, now back and fourth to his crib (okay)
now pass the tourch, i’m legit (okay, okay)
he think it’s sweet (aye)
turn this sh*t to july fourth in this b*tch
i’m finna score on the kid (aye)
and i’m with bro, call him 6ix (bro)
we lucky number that boy (okay)
send him seven shots, michael vick (aye, aye, okay, okay)
it’s a parkway
if he got a jag i’m finna park it (okay, okay)
we gone handicap him, he in parking (okay)
whole team full of marksmen
most of y’all so cap i had to part ways (okay)
slaughter him like he just hit the market, aye (the market)
just like ek said (aye)
i turn off the phone, give me dome (phone, aye)
like a skeleton (okay)
now shorty wanna bone, no patron (aye)
it’s irrelevant (okay)
we followed you back home, let me know
if he telling we gone put him in the zone, let me know, aye

- ekwesco

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