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Preme – Loaded Lyrics ft YG

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Preme

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[Verse 1 – Preme]
Both middle fingers to the force
I just left port in a Porsche
And I always chose money over war
Still ready for the beef but don’t talk to the pork
Just a young n—a from the way getting paid
We been living but I die for the homies any day
And they love me from the 6 to the Bay
Roll a n—a over in the Rolls if he in the way
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Back up n—a, I’m way too frozen
Hundred pill rolling bet she love me by the morning
A-list b—h but name ain’t important
If they buy a brick in my city I import it
Would shout out my connect but the feds might quote it
No 9 to 5 cause that s–t look boring
New whip, new b—h and them hoes both foreign
Woah, middle fingers to the cops
B—h I’m the on my block
My little bro changed since the day he got shot
Bandana and the hammer now we look like Pac
Just trying to make a million with this pen, get my n—-s out the pen
Build a dozen n—-s (?) and I do this s–t again
Man I only got brothers, I ain’t never had friends
Getting dollars with them n—-s that ain’t never had cents
Oh no

[Hook/Chorus – Preme]
F–k all them n—-s they dodging
All of them b—–s is my b—–s
All of my n—-s is mobbing
(?)
We loaded
F–k all them n—-s, my n—-s is loaded
We loaded
F–k, man we get it, we loaded
F–k all them n—-s we mobbing
I turn from your b—h to my b—h
And a n—a gon’ try s–t
Listen lil n—a go backwards
We loaded
F–k all them n—-s, my n—-s is loaded
We loaded
F–k, man we get it, we loaded

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[Verse 2 – YG]
No white T’s anymore, they don’t check ID’s anymore
Got a b—h named Christian Dior, cause all the b—h wear is Christian Dior
Catch a n—a riding by myself
Got the nine on me, I ain’t really ridin’ by myself
I don’t need help, I count mine by myself
On a mission to the money, I designed by myself
I’m loaded, racked up loaded
Backup n—a, watch how I blow this
This s–t come and go, hocus pocus
Gotta keep a hundred some plays in motion
She tryna f–k all day and get loaded
I wanna f–k two, but I’m tryna get focused
Million dollars in there, (?)
Used to kick down the front door, now the door open
Ooh, we don’t f–k with the opps, baby tryna f–k up the knots
Oh, and if you f–k up tonight, we gon’ have to jack off the Glock
I’m just tryna cop a house in the hills, couple mills
Can I live?, big steak on the grill
In the safe half a mill, (?) four-one
OVO four-one, six side so trill

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[Hook/Chorus – Preme]
F–k all them n—-s they dodging
All of them b—–s is my b—–s
All of my n—-s is mobbing
(?)
We loaded
F–k all them n—-s, my n—-s is loaded
We loaded
F–k, man we get it, we loaded
F–k all them n—-s we mobbing
I turn from your b—h to my b—h
And a n—a gon’ try s–t
Listen lil n—a go backwards
We loaded
F–k all them n—-s, my n—-s is loaded
We loaded
F–k, man we get it, we loaded

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