Loaded Lux - Call 911 Lyrics
I got some bad DR choice I'm tryna get back toYou know some things you're trying to do before it's all over babyLiving, loving and laughingBelovedMe and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phoneThis is sell code to the sell hoeTryina jam you get out this jam with the melrowTell this hoe from the jell phoneAll I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell onWatch the elbows tryna rail rowMy niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban knowI got the sail code to the sail hoeYou a dreamer, hope to never depend on femurHard dark is the orders of Katrina how you seeLight the ***** with the music in between ain't nothing sweeterWatch my zeener through limousinesOn my mama screaming Mercedes Benz or the beamerProfit for preachers pockets abuser'Well did you get shot for sneakersThat shell top ain't the businessI'm missing these trickers, that's why I'm in positionWell my guy got evicted from the lie in the prisonHe said talk to me on the phone and the envisionsSpend through collision intuition seamier like premonitionThe dream I was the teen cowardCompetition step on that ring power I bringFocus and they drink strong and they weed sourFound Nintendo now we ain't playing games in the we hourMe and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phoneThis is sell code to the sell hoeTryina jam you get out this jam with the melrowTell this hoe from the jell phoneAll I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell onWatch the elbows tryna rail rowMy niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban knowI got the sail code to the sail hoeThinking thoughts that are ocean los in emotionsThe money was never more than the momentsStory so golden that got me like an omenOmen that advise the young showman that a shamanPicking up where my father left meKnowing if niggers don' get me, gotta catch meCommencer was never for commentaryWith me and my man'... we honoraryPrivate studies and tainted wisdomThey fight the C4, knight takes bishopChess game's got a wreck brainsIs written if my existence is cryptic let goGo ahead the inscriptionBlasphemy niggers that actually think they can back with meThey turn Satan shit for sati sheetNo wonders of the world, bet my show numbersBe cold numbers to yo girlMe and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phoneThis is sell code to the sell hoeTryina jam you get out this jam with the melrowTell this hoe from the jell phoneAll I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell onWatch the elbows tryna rail rowMy niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban knowI got the sail code to the sail hoe
