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Get a Load of Me (Remix)

Philthy Rich

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[Chorus: 211] Two seater, trynna get 'em both to go with me Presidential Rollie, tell them bitches "vote for me" Champagne-in', campaign-in' she all over me On the set, wait 'til she get a load of me (load of me) Load of me, bitches get a load of me Get a load of me, bitches get a load of me Presidential Rollie, tell them bitches "vote for me" On the set, wait 'til she get a load of me (load of me) [Verse 1: 211] Get a load of me, g-g-get a load of me Yellow gold rosary my earring cost a quarter key Quarter pound roll with me, she just wanna roll with me Hit a couple times now she actin' like she go with me Throw her in, throw a DUECE, oh that's just my side hoe Thirty bands for that time piece, so that fuck shit I got no time fo' (nahhh) A7 the Audi, hit the gas and I'm outtie (gone!) All hunnits I'm countin' if it's no limits I'm 'bout it Full clip and I'm loaded, drunk as fuck and she rollin' Presidential that Rollie, I'm campaignin' she votin' Ronald Reagan I'm that dope JFK with my top back I’m gettin' money, I’m fuckin' hoes I fucks 'er hard and she like that [Chrous] [Verse 2: Philthy] I say now broke bitch get a load of me This Maserati, make 'em notice me This white ice in my rosary and I’m True'd up like I’m 'posed to be My young nigga – he locked up He just called her a 2-11 Sin City to Inglewood, shouts out my nigga 2Eleven Just slide through, I’m in the hood That’s one place he can’t be He talk about it but ain’t about it Just pull up and you will see A real nigga since day one, fake nigga I ain’t one Sin City where the heat from I knock em down with that kick drum You better get yo money up These rap niggas don’t wanna beef I supply the funds, I supply these guns Then have these niggas turn up the heat Them other niggas just animated, these bad hoes infatuated I tell that bitch to get a load of me then pass back my Jordan nigga It’s Philthy [Chrous] [Verse 3: Ice Burgandy] I'm what you call a line, I'm a pills person Got my own line, secret service Do my damn thang, campaign She don't see me buy barrels in bank page Red bone, got a red bottom Four hundred dollars got me in Prada 'Nother hundred dollars [?] Tell them bitches they better vote for me She my girl, you trynna hold for me? [?]...wasn't in the kitchen bitch you know it's me I'm filthy rich, I'm a LiveWire Sharp as fuck, barbed wire Pull up in that same two seater, you got [?] bitch [?] I bet them bitches notice me, I got four bitches trynna roll with me I keep that shit ganstga and bitches on me like they supposed to be I paid 50 pounds of [?] for the new Rollie Ice down to the crown I call it Midget Mollie [Chrous]
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