Lanze – Loud

Lanze – Loud Lyrics

Artist: Lanze
Song: Loud

EMPIRE (on behalf of GT Digital / Forever Records)
Dir by rellyboi3000
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Get that s***

Hey, hey
Narpha Whoa!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
F*** that s***

Clout, b****
Talkin’ hella sh#t, got them rounds, b#tch (huh, what?)
All them n****** wit it, you some clowns, b#tch (what, hey!)
Run up on you n******, gun you down, b#tch (hey)

Don’t make a sound, b#tch (hey), don’t make a sound, b#tch (hey, hey)
Pull up on you n******, you some clowns, b#tch (wha?, hey!)
My n***** really about the trap sh#t (yeah!)
We pull up on your block, we takin’ over it (hеy!)

If you think about it, you don’t know this sh#t (hey, hey!)
I’m a shark, you a goldfish
Talkin’ hella sh#t, hit your f#ckin’ lip (hеy!)
Diamonds dancin’, watch them drip

Already know what it is (hey, hey, hey!)
Already know what it is (hey!)
I’m running them’ streets, I’m running that b#tch
I hop in the coupe and I skrrt off the dip

Yo b#tch, she a thot, she give brain in the whip
Dance around in the gate to the clip
We makin’ a movie all up in this b#tch
You talkin’ that sh#t then your #ss gettin’ hit

I’m really about it for talking that sh#t
Ain’t f#ck with these bullets, gon’ leave yo’ #ss hit
The wiser nobody finds
Grippin’ them sticks, they makin’ no silence

She so bad so she ‘posed to get money
f#ck around {?} goin’ island
Run around, yeah, you know we wildin’ (hey, what, hey, hey!)
Run around, yeah, you know that we wildin’ (hey, duh, what, b#tch, yeah!)

Talkin’ hella sh#t, got them rounds, b#tch (rounds!, huh, what?)
All them n****** wit it, you some clowns, b#tch (what, hey!)
Run up on you n******, gun you down, b#tch (hey)
Don’t make a sound, b#tch (hey), don’t make a sound, b#tch (yeah!, hey)

Pull up on you n******, you some clowns, b#tch (wha?, hey!)
My n***** really about the trap sh#t (yeah!)
We pull up on your block, we takin’ over it (hey!)
If you think about it, you don’t know this sh#t (hey, hey!)

My ounces ain’t fair for her one
Young Ohio, know we pollin’ down the Merlion
We smoked dope boy, I’m still’ grievin’
Then I make my felonies {?}, out in Cleveland

I’m from the city, where you can get it, man
Box in the air, the plane is leavin’
Back to the basics, and we just might move in
Already know that your boy’s in the studio

Soap & a mask, I might smoke him in the studio
And I got a choppa that come with a buck end
Let out 50 shots, that’s when I come duckin’
Gun him in the studio, whippin’ up big fish

Gun him down on my lean, he ain’t got sh#t
Talkin’ hella sh#t, got them rounds, b#tch (rounds, b#tch!)
All them n****** wit it, you some clowns, b#tch (what, hey!)
Run up on you n******, gun you down, b#tch (hey)

Don’t make a sound, b#tch (hey), don’t make a sound, b#tch (hey, hey)
Pull up on you n******, you some clowns, b#tch (wha?, hey!)
My n***** really about the trap sh#t (yeah!)
We pull up on your block, we takin’ over it (hey!)

If you think about it, you don’t know this sh#t (hey, hey!)
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Release Year: 2004