Loaded Lux
Loaded Lux - Call 911 lyrics
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I got some bad DR choice I'm tryna get back to You know some things you're trying to do before it's all over baby Living, loving and laughing Beloved Me and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phone This is sell code to the sell hoe Tryina jam you get out this jam with the melrow Tell this hoe from the jell phone All I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell on Watch the elbows tryna rail row My niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban know I got the sail code to the sail hoe You a dreamer, hope to never depend on femur Hard dark is the orders of Katrina how you see Light the bitch with the music in between ain't nothing sweeter Watch my zeener through limousines On my mama screaming Mercedes Benz or the beamer Profit for preachers pockets abuser' Well did you get shot for sneakers That shell top ain't the business I'm missing these trickers, that's why I'm in position Well my guy got evicted from the lie in the prison He said talk to me on the phone and the envisions Spend through collision intuition seamier like premonition The dream I was the teen coward Competition step on that ring power I bring Focus and they drink strong and they weed sour Found Nintendo now we ain't playing games in the we hour Me and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phone This is sell code to the sell hoe Tryina jam you get out this jam with the melrow Tell this hoe from the jell phone All I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell on Watch the elbows tryna rail row My niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban know I got the sail code to the sail hoe Thinking thoughts that are ocean los in emotions The money was never more than the moments Story so golden that got me like an omen Omen that advise the young showman that a shaman Picking up where my father left me Knowing if niggers don' get me, gotta catch me Commencer was never for commentary With me and my man'... we honorary Private studies and tainted wisdom They fight the C4, knight takes bishop Chess game's got a wreck brains Is written if my existence is cryptic let go Go ahead the inscription Blasphemy niggers that actually think they can back with me They turn Satan shit for sati sheet No wonders of the world, bet my show numbers Be cold numbers to yo girl Me and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phone This is sell code to the sell hoe Tryina jam you get out this jam with the melrow Tell this hoe from the jell phone All I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell on Watch the elbows tryna rail row My niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban know I got the sail code to the sail hoe