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Brotha Lynch Hung Loaded

'mma lay, i'mma stay loaded up In my trunk I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up And the count goes [brotha lynch hung sends out shout outs til

get sicker than a sifilous dick and yo mama won't like my shit nigga admit if you was sittin up in yo room hi loaded up in yo tape deck ready to write

through the front door, blastin' And Lynch kicked down the back Operation: Peel-a-cap, you fools shoulda already had your gats loaded Cuz it ain't no

'mma lay, I'mma stay loaded up In my trunk I got the blow you up and it'll blow you up And the count goes [Brotha Lynch Hung sends out shout outs til

matter who you are nigga now I shit lyrics but I can't use'em have yo son trippin Brotha Lynch Hungs loopin (loopin) they be off that bottle talkin bout Brotha Lynch

(feat. Loki) [Lynch:] Now I'm the type of nigga that'll leave a horse head in ya bed Sleep with ya wife, then commence to knifin' Get away clean with

time, i shouldn't left you without a tight rhyme to step to think of all them weak ass albums you slept through well i'm yo medicine, sorry i kept you went to my brother