Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin - Too Loyal lyrics
Gucci Mane [Radric Delantic Davis] Bessemer, Alabama, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Gucci Mane, Waka Flocka Flame, Slim Dunkin - Too Loyal lyrics]
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Mi-Mr zone 6'er, Mi-Mr zoner 6'er
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt (turnt)
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty
Got a glow, blue block party
And you better know (POW)
Fuckin bitches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the ki's, three's for the P's
Four for the OG's
I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (geah)
Rollin on 30's, like you rollin on D's (wow)
It big Gucci Goo Wop in the south top Beemer
That's convertible top
I'm too fuckin loyal you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high, Them boys are high
Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out
I'm too fuckin loyal
They said I'm steamin, I'm bubblin
From the fire up
You got loud better fire it up
Call me a one-hit wonder I'll
Switch my flow up
Drop "No Hands" with Roscoe Dash
Now I've blowin up
I'm (ballin out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground
'Caine one bleaches me, in for a pound
(flags) higher than a motherfucker I
Smoked 'bout a pound
I love to throw hundreds
Screamin stripper bitch drown!
Girls all around me run me down
I drink, go bomb, me round
Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 Mitch
I'm too fuckin loyal you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high, Them boys are high
Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out
I'm too fuckin loyal
Brick Squad young'n
Catch me with a groupie chick
I be on my groupie shit
Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick
Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete
Blew the crib dumped out the flag fuck
Coolin with the stewardess
Ho like OH MY GOD, look in my garage
This ain't no facade
Sleepwalkin on them bars
I got me on free, link get me the Z
Red Bull give me wings, pit be robbin ching
Money I'mma get to it, neckpiece, igloo it
Shoot a hundred bet a hundred
Crapped out and redo it
It ain't nuttin to a boss nigga, put down
I'm so fuckin loyal Gucci tellin
Me to sit down
I'm too fuckin loyal you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high, Them boys are high
Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out
I'm too fuckin loyal
Mi-Mr zone 6'er, Mi-Mr zoner 6'er
I'm too hood, I'm too turnt (turnt)
Ain't been an hour and a quarter pound burnt
Mr zone 6'er, rock two pistols (BOW)
Fucked three sisters, iced out crystals
Tell you like you wanna know, iced out shorty
Got a glow, blue block party
And you better know (POW)
Fuckin bitches every show, one for the cheese
Two for the ki's, three's for the P's
Four for the OG's
I'm so sleaze I hit your main squeeze (geah)
Rollin on 30's, like you rollin on D's (wow)
It big Gucci Goo Wop in the south top Beemer
That's convertible top
I'm too fuckin loyal you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high, Them boys are high
Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out
I'm too fuckin loyal
They said I'm steamin, I'm bubblin
From the fire up
You got loud better fire it up
Call me a one-hit wonder I'll
Switch my flow up
Drop "No Hands" with Roscoe Dash
Now I've blowin up
I'm (ballin out) everywhere you see me is money on the ground
'Caine one bleaches me, in for a pound
(flags) higher than a motherfucker I
Smoked 'bout a pound
I love to throw hundreds
Screamin stripper bitch drown!
Girls all around me run me down
I drink, go bomb, me round
Pants down, Brick Squad we the shit
Waka Flocka Flame the 2011 Mitch
I'm too fuckin loyal you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high, Them boys are high
Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out
I'm too fuckin loyal
Brick Squad young'n
Catch me with a groupie chick
I be on my groupie shit
Hotel, motel, try and shoot a groupie flick
Bang bang, skeet skeet, Sturdy Pete
Blew the crib dumped out the flag fuck
Coolin with the stewardess
Ho like OH MY GOD, look in my garage
This ain't no facade
Sleepwalkin on them bars
I got me on free, link get me the Z
Red Bull give me wings, pit be robbin ching
Money I'mma get to it, neckpiece, igloo it
Shoot a hundred bet a hundred
Crapped out and redo it
It ain't nuttin to a boss nigga, put down
I'm so fuckin loyal Gucci tellin
Me to sit down
I'm too fuckin loyal you too fuckin spoiled
Bitch I'm gone off that hard
Brick Squad we barred
Them boys are high, Them boys are high
Them boys are high
We ballin out, We ballin out, We ballin out
I'm too fuckin loyal