.223Jerm – FULLYLOADED Lyrics
Artist: .223Jerm
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Man f#ck that b#tch yeah she a thot
You see the clips yo #ss get popped
I’m in the hood I blast that opps
This ain’t no pork yo #ss get chopped
I’m with my dogs I call em pops
I’m bout my hands I ain’t bout talk
That b#tch be old she gave me top
You think you hard yo #ss be soft
b#tch I just blast see the tool on my waist
If a n#gg# keep on talkin have his body in a grave
Bout 24 watches with my chain gone swang
I be f#ckin on yo thot bumpin “Drake – Wu Tang”
If a n#gg# try to rob me he get hit by gang
We just goin bananas that orangutan
All my n#gg#s we just swervin we just stuck in the lane
All yall n#gg#s targets they be lookin like stain
f#cked up
I hear the po po
I needa hide my gat
I needa hide my pole
Oh sh#t
〈Verse 2: J-ICE〉
〈.?.〉 bout myself
〈.?.〉
Got my swimmin in the watеr Michael Phelps
Sippin on that purple I ain’t talkin bout Wеlch
Need NFL money needa worry bout yoself
Long drive CDL’s hard drive like Adele
Hit me on my cell takin bout he got a belt
n#gg# too sick imma needa make a wish
I ain’t talkin throwin quarters in a well
Fourth quarter goin hard like a 〈.?.〉
Bulldog n#gg# nah bet I never tell
Pull up to my hood n#gg# feel like i’m at home
My n#gg# doin 30 before he get up out the cell
n#gg# this is J-ICE puttin 2 up in his dome
〈.?.〉 stay low
〈.?.〉 gettin higher than a drone
Me and my n#gg#s bringin fire to the tone
When I pull up 300 boy I ain’t talkin Spartan
〈.?.〉 no jumper Vince Cartier
b#tch call me daddy she ain’t really got a father
I’m a baller 〈.?.〉
All bout the dollar pourin 4 up in the Fanta
Got me slower than the special ed n#gg# i’m a goner
Pull up big truck n#gg#s thinkin it’s the talkin
Gettin rid of this kid n#gg# feel like Willy Wonka
〈Verse 3: 83HADES〉
And I got the pole
Posted on yo block I don’t gotta let it go
I got shooters on deck
If you really tryna stunt
Imma pull up in the front
And kick down the door
All up in yo home
Move a lot of smoke
And you see me with this cash
b#tch i’m winter with the snow
White b#tches love to blow
And they askin for more
〈.?.〉 with the glizzy
Pull up to my city have the choppa spin silly
And you know it’s f#ck 〈.?.〉 cause i’m rippin up her kitty
〈.?.〉 bout 50
And they said they want me dead
Imma put this muhf#ckin metal in they head
Got my dick in her mouth
Sha-Shawty wildn out now
If you cross this Nine Tech then you gettin shot down
Bullets through his cranium
Sippin on uranium
Space like a alien
Rip him like tasmanian
Man f#ck that b#tch- she a thot
-yo #ss get popped
-blast that opps
-yo #ss get chopped
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Release Year: 2019