CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Reloaded
[Intro]
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Zaytoven!
[Chorus]
Kneel on the wrist, shoes on the bitch
Hunnid on the tit, ready to make it miss
Racks on the head, Bentley Coupe get lit
Niggas stay pecking like birds, yeah
All of them pussies better heard that
Orange Bermuda match my shirt, yeah
Me and Zaytoven just got reloaded
[Verse 1]
Hottest in the mo' fucking streets right now
Overseas drip from the bitch out of town
YSL chain in town like south
Fuck her once, pay the bitch, just close her mouth
Yea the bullets hurt when morning gone
*Chaining* yea, my gun kapow
Popping my shit and I really pop off
Pop another addy and I'm really gnawed off
When they cut forward the inside loud
So I ordered a jet and hopped in the sky
You should ride more then when I think in the sky
Eyes wide open and I'm warm for prize
Yeah ride dirty with the stick like shot
Every fuck nigga I know need to die
Coming from the bottom (?) *ride*
Pour right up, put the lean on the rack (put the lean on the rack)
[Chorus]
Kneel on the wrist, shoes on the bitch
Hunnid on the tit, ready to make it miss
Racks on the head, Bentley Coupe get lit
Niggas stay pecking like birds, yeah
All of them pussies better heard that
Orange Bermuda match my shirt, yeah
Me and Zaytoven just got reloaded
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I'm reloaded
Used to have the same car but it was stolen
Main bitch bad, bad sum' like a lotus
I don't play with niggas, just get 'em oven roasted, magic
Perky in the cup, what a potion, tragic
Put them in a coffin they *hearsty*, nasty
War, war, war stick spreading like lotion
First she had to clean her hair yea it looks softer (Hoodbaby)
I'm a monster (Bow), big snake in the jungle
Run, run back squeeze 'em hard and gun 'em
I ain't here to rob 'em, slipped on the corner
These niggas soft, soft just like mommas
Think about robbing me yea you a gonner
YSL baby, I came out a stoner
And I can see young thugs all on gunnas (all on gunnas)
[Chorus]
Kneel on the wrist, shoes on the bitch
Hunnid on the tit, ready to make it miss
Racks on the head, Bentley Coupe get lit
Niggas stay pecking like birds, yeah
All of them pussies better heard that
Orange Bermuda match my shirt, yeah
Me and Zaytoven just got reloaded
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Mmm, mmm
Zaytoven!
[Chorus]
Kneel on the wrist, shoes on the bitch
Hunnid on the tit, ready to make it miss
Racks on the head, Bentley Coupe get lit
Niggas stay pecking like birds, yeah
All of them pussies better heard that
Orange Bermuda match my shirt, yeah
Me and Zaytoven just got reloaded
[Verse 1]
Hottest in the mo' fucking streets right now
Overseas drip from the bitch out of town
YSL chain in town like south
Fuck her once, pay the bitch, just close her mouth
Yea the bullets hurt when morning gone
*Chaining* yea, my gun kapow
Popping my shit and I really pop off
Pop another addy and I'm really gnawed off
When they cut forward the inside loud
So I ordered a jet and hopped in the sky
You should ride more then when I think in the sky
Eyes wide open and I'm warm for prize
Yeah ride dirty with the stick like shot
Every fuck nigga I know need to die
Coming from the bottom (?) *ride*
Pour right up, put the lean on the rack (put the lean on the rack)
[Chorus]
Kneel on the wrist, shoes on the bitch
Hunnid on the tit, ready to make it miss
Racks on the head, Bentley Coupe get lit
Niggas stay pecking like birds, yeah
All of them pussies better heard that
Orange Bermuda match my shirt, yeah
Me and Zaytoven just got reloaded
[Verse 2]
Ooh, I'm reloaded
Used to have the same car but it was stolen
Main bitch bad, bad sum' like a lotus
I don't play with niggas, just get 'em oven roasted, magic
Perky in the cup, what a potion, tragic
Put them in a coffin they *hearsty*, nasty
War, war, war stick spreading like lotion
First she had to clean her hair yea it looks softer (Hoodbaby)
I'm a monster (Bow), big snake in the jungle
Run, run back squeeze 'em hard and gun 'em
I ain't here to rob 'em, slipped on the corner
These niggas soft, soft just like mommas
Think about robbing me yea you a gonner
YSL baby, I came out a stoner
And I can see young thugs all on gunnas (all on gunnas)
[Chorus]
Kneel on the wrist, shoes on the bitch
Hunnid on the tit, ready to make it miss
Racks on the head, Bentley Coupe get lit
Niggas stay pecking like birds, yeah
All of them pussies better heard that
Orange Bermuda match my shirt, yeah
Me and Zaytoven just got reloaded
