Loaded - Lil Debbie

If we talking waves, I’m like Free Willy

All my shipping fire, but my wrist chilly

Bitch you think you rolling, my new whip a

Diamonds always rolling with a few strippers

Find a bitch who still wit' it when the camera roll

Work magic with the tongue, pussy, and the pole

I could change your thinking, boy that’s all I know

With this good head, bitch I should have made the honor roll

Debbie where you going slow it down some

Smoking on that loud, think I need to tone it down some

Dick riding bitches, gave 'em something they could bounce on

Long as it comes, that’s the outcome

So when I pull up in a four and got these bitches like

«Oh no she didn’t»

Bitch you like me, bitch you know we different

I put that kid up in the foreign, engine roaring just to show we different

Hater love a bitch, that’s still your decision, listen

I’ma still get this money

I’ma smoke all my weed up

I might blow a few bands

Hit my plug for the re-up

Like fifty a hun, he say he think I’m the one

Don’t get caught in your feelings

We just be fucking for fun

I’ma still get this money

I’ma smoke all my weed up

I might blow a few bands

Hit my plug for the re-up

We up five-hundred, a milli

Got my wrist looking chilly

All my bitches sit down

I know my real bitches feel me

All about that work, bout that gangrene

Same bitch from the dirt, with the same team

Wrist on froze and the whip clean

Ass nice, but the switch mean

Smoking’s on and I zone out

Give a dog a bone, then I bone out

Fucking leave him, I don’t fucking need him

Type of bitch to blow a hundred grand for no fucking reason

Got an outtie in the Bay, another in LA

All about the slave, for the pay

I don’t fucking play, miss me with that bull

Not today, or another day

I ain’t got the time, got the grind, staying out the way

Shed light on these bitches, call it candle bars

Hope we handle ours, watch me ride it like some handle bars

Watch your verses get a couple hundred grand for ours

She’s so many, many

Bitch you know that bread is ours, shit

I’ma still get this money

I’ma smoke all my weed up

I might blow a few bands

Hit my plug for the re-up

Like fifty a hun, he say he think I’m the one

Don’t get caught in your feelings

We just be fucking for fun

I’ma still get this money

I’ma smoke all my weed up

I might blow a few bands

Hit my plug for the re-up

We up five-hundred, a milli

Got my wrist looking chilly

All my bitches sit down

I know my real bitches feel me