| This is for all the requests for lyrics on Loaded Lux verses. Apparently people can't understand him, which I sometimes relate with, and can't make out every word.. but I did my best to transcribe the battle. Drop corrections in the comments if you feel so necessary. I think every rapper frail Bitch niggas, run with a union of Gabrielles Switch hitter, perm in his braids, flashy nails Fightin... Most you been around was a carousel, but you like em Yell... I wanna hear where the hate was Just remind me why I don't trade hugs with fake thugs, that aint love You got a business of niggas that take drugs and why every time you get money you pay stubs, huh? I bring viewers Even if they pick you first, say there's no way you losin Most we'll do is split a verse I say the longer they stay tuned in They'll predict the worst... but doesn't Popeye take Brutus? Well he have to get to the spinach first Watch me work Who's buzzin? They're nothin, they're loud flies I'll swat em out, I'm a slaughterhouse full of cowhide You put nothin in a box.. but biscuits and hot fries Your son gon see chicken when he looks in his Pop eyes I'm enraged... They brought shade, lemonade, lawn chairs I'm launch clears, pin grenades, bomb scares They want a battle.. they thought he took the date down wrong You're just smart enough to know "Hey, I fix cars.. I don't break down bombs" and I'm on Shit's comedy, don't mind me I'm an Eddy Murphey movie, you'll never roll nigga, I'll play everybody But he don't ... |
