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Paroles de la chanson Shipment par Lil Loaded
Lil' bitch
Loaded done did it again (Loaded done did it again)
Ayy, ayy, Tommy to your brain, shoot that shit, I shoot that shit
Ayy, told 'em come bring it, gonna ship that shit
Ayy (It's DirtyOnDaBeat)
Cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Loaded done did it again (Loaded done did it again)
Ayy, ayy, Tommy to your brain, shoot that shit, I shoot that shit
Ayy, told 'em come bring it, gonna ship that shit
Ayy (It's DirtyOnDaBeat)
Cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ain't no drive, I said, ”We good on them drugs” (Ayy, ayy)
He wanna rob, he get hit with a slug
Packin', he slackin', I'm packin' the middle for show
Bringing the smoke to his door
Just got a bag, I'ma make this shit grow (Oh-oh)
Wacked off top, I'ma knock off his 'fro
I got the bomber like my name Moe
Using the stove in the oven, first, I'ma break down the onion
Whip up the whites 'til it's chuckin', no job, that shit wasn't for me
Love in the city, my whole hood love me
Still in the streets, nothin' but a Glock on me
No bodyguard for me, I'ma walk 'round with the heat
Ain't no drive, I said, ”We good on them drugs” (Ayy, ayy)
He wanna rob, he get hit with a slug
Packin', he slackin', I'm packin' the middle for show
Bringing the smoke to his door
Just got a bag, I'ma make this shit grow (Oh-oh)
Wacked off top, I'ma knock off his 'fro
I got the bomber like my name Moe
Using the stove in the oven, first, I'ma break down the onion
Whip up the whites 'til it's chuckin', no job, that shit wasn't for me
Love in the city, my whole hood love me
Still in the streets, nothin' but a Glock on me
No bodyguard for me, I'ma walk 'round with the heat
I got a C, I got a Glock
And my brother gon' walk around with a mop
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
He wanna talk, he get outlined in chalk
I'ma face him when I knock off his top
Teach him a lesson to send him a message (Gon' learn)
He gettin' taxed off top, no blessing
Message, you get waxed off top, no question
And my brother gon' walk around with a mop
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
He wanna talk, he get outlined in chalk
I'ma face him when I knock off his top
Teach him a lesson to send him a message (Gon' learn)
He gettin' taxed off top, no blessing
Message, you get waxed off top, no question
Ain't no fight, 'cause I'm too little to wrestle
Stir up the pot, heat 'em up like a kettle
Catch everyone just like he Eric Weddle
Make needle, they know that I'm good with this metal
Your bullets miss, mine already felt you
I'ma keep spinning until I distress you
You a pro in the streets, well, I'ma come test you
He got to die, he got shot in his eye
Brains off static, that shit had got fried (What?)
Fuck that boy mama, don't care if she cry
Fuck that bitch, too, 'cause I know that she lie
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Stir up the pot, heat 'em up like a kettle
Catch everyone just like he Eric Weddle
Make needle, they know that I'm good with this metal
Your bullets miss, mine already felt you
I'ma keep spinning until I distress you
You a pro in the streets, well, I'ma come test you
He got to die, he got shot in his eye
Brains off static, that shit had got fried (What?)
Fuck that boy mama, don't care if she cry
Fuck that bitch, too, 'cause I know that she lie
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ayy
Ayy, cargo, I need me a shipment
Ship that shit, ship that shit
Ayy, plug came through and I flipped it
Flip that shit, flip that shit
Ayy
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