[Intro]
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[Intro]
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She gotta arch up on that thing
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Shorty heeled up
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Chanel bagged up
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[Hook]
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Shorty loaded, loaded, loaded
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Shorty fully loaded, loaded, loaded
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Shorty got ass
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All the rich niggas love her
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I’m from the PJ’s
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Wear my J’s when I fuck her
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Shorty loaded, loaded, loaded
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Shorty fully loaded, loaded, loaded
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Shorty got ass
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All the boss bitches love her
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She from the PJ’s
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Wear my J’s when I fuck her
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[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
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Shorty got ass
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All the bitches want her
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Hallelujah, I caught her
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All them ballers be on her
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I woke up faded
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Turned around and blazed
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Been like 10 years
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Me and this money been datin’
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I got cash overload
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She got ass overload
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Ciroc by the bucket
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Ask, give myself a note
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I’mma need my protein
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I’m schemin’ on her whole team
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Her ass got a purpose
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So work it, work it, work it
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Man, that booty be on request
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She never on recess
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She just ‘bout that paper
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Get it girl, buy no BS
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Loaded, loaded, that gas got me on Pluto
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That molly got her on Pluto
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Her ass fat, Sumo
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[Hook]
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[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
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Shorty loaded, I cock it
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Now that’s one in the head
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She blow, she pop it, she bustin’ in the bed
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She bustin’ in the chair
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Bustin’ on the stairs
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We bustin’ everywhere
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Shit, I’m bustin’ in her hair
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I don’t fuck with that red dot
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If she infrared
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Gin is only head shots
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I be givin’ lead shots
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Always got my safety on
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Always got her legs locked
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She ain’t never said stop
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Spray me, leave a wet spot
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Chop her, break her down
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She fall back when I swing that
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Hit that, and I hit that
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Them guts just what I aim at
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Lookin’ at a marksman
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Pussy precision
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I knock that motherfucker down
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Like it was trippin’
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My nigga, nigga, nigga
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What you think they call me trigger for?
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Keep that pussy bustin’, baby
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Fuck them other niggas, hoe
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I just ripped you open like a check was in the envelope
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I be killin’ pussy, tell me can I get a witness, yo?
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[Hook]
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You need a fully loaded bitch up in your life
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You need a fully loaded bitch to be your wife
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I need a fully loaded nigga on my team
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I need a fully loaded nigga on my team
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[Verse 3: Fabolous]
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That girl be fully loaded
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I keep that thing on safety
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That girl be rollin’ with him
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A nigga travel safely
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That girl is so special
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Like that 38 be
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Them hoes be throwin’ shots but shorty catchin’ murders lately
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Get body bags, body bags
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Make sure they Chanel
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I told her let me squeeze it
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And make sure that it’s real
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Got a little bitch, her friend, though
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This tall joint, extendo
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I tell her blow the cartridge then I slide in that Nintendo
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Ain’t gon’ be no games played
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Just game sprayed, she can’t stay
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I pull back that white sheet
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Like “Oh shit, you’re a day late”
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In my bed, in my head, I’m thinkin’ salute her
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Her nigga couldn’t make her bust
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She got with a shooter
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[Hook]
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Loaded
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| Red Cafe |
