Top Songs By Papa Zaniel
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Daniel Stimphil
Songwriter:in
Timothy Jones
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Hundred in the drum I told em load it up
Roll another one I told Her load it up
Tried to give me twenty but it ain't enough
Booted in the club hoe I'm loaded up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Hundred in the drum I told em load it up
Roll another one I told Her load it up
Tried to give me twenty but it ain't enough
Booted in the club hoe I'm loaded up
Pockets loaded
Rockets loaded
Empty out then I reload it
Tried to slow me
They can't hold me
Pouring liquor for the homies
And my mama can't forget
Keep that fye right on my hip
Just in case a hater trip
Your song wack I'm pressing skip
Regained balance losing grip
All my curses was a hit
After hit after hit
Never been the type to switch
Always stayed down on my ten
Kept it real, can't ever pretend
That ain't Za, you smoking blends
Hope it ain't mids, hope it ain't Skress
**** know I'm bout my word
All these lessons I done learned
Show emotions and get curbed
Pull up to the trap I'll get you served
Work my kitchen don't work my nerves
I work her back when she say the word
Mixing the liquor while twisting the herb
Fixing a plate of all that you deserve
You got a twin for my twin
You got a friend for my friend
Papa you balling gone gimme some ends
Whatchu gone done for the freaky Franklins?
I ran out of love but I'm falling in lust
The almighty dollar one thing that I trust
Always got the THC on Us
Break it on down then load it on up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Hundred in the drum I told em load it up
Roll another one I told her load it up
Tried to give me twenty but it ain't enough
Booted in the club hoe I'm loaded up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Loaded Up
Hundred in the drum I told em load it up
Roll another one I told her load it up
Tried to give me twenty but it ain't enough
Booted in the club hoe I'm loaded up
Who told these **** I was friendly?
Don't care about your life, go against me
I keep a 4/4 on me like Wendy's
Don't pull up to my house hands empty
Won't stop til I pull up in a Bentley
Tires Low pro when it gets trendy
Run up if you wanna come test me
Just touch me if you wanna tempt me
Can't nan **** pop shit like me
Something new you ain't never quite see
Hair getting long need an automatic piece
Parabellum like John Wick 3
**** too smart for the streets
Been book smart, can't no hoe trick me
I know them Federales trying hear me
I might have to turn off my Siri
Bumping 'Get Throwed' By Bun. B
In the old school baby you see me
Looking like a model out the centerfold
I wish you could have caught my outfit in 3-D
Popping my collar like three six mafia
It's 7-12 and it's big Z
Hotter than lava, you ain't got my gwala
Then I ain't finna rap one beat
Everything meaningful
Nothing impossible
Do what you dreaming of
There ain't no stopping you
Words of ambition
Envisioned the obstacle
Stomping on necks
Straight to victory imma go
**** can't hold me
Bitch I'm the new Rozay
Grabba not Gabana baby no dolce
They tried to rob me but I get my get back
High in you function and drunk at your kick back
Counting money still my favorite thing to do
When I'm coming home in the afternoon
Roll a fatty batty when I walk in the room
Getting naked baby let's relax for a few
Put your feet up
Lay your head back
Take a load off
Lord knows the world crazy and bizarre
Pray to your maker you wake up tomorrow
Written by: Daniel Stimphil, Timothy Jones
