Loaded Lux – Call 911 lyrics

I got some bad dr choice I'm tryna get back to
You know some things you're trying to do before it's all over baby
Living, loving and laughing
Beloved

Me and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phone
This is sell code to the sell hoe
Tryina jam you get out this jam with the melrow
Tell this hoe from the jell phone
All I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell on
Watch the elbows tryna rail row
My niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban know
I got the sail code to the sail hoe

You a dreamer, hope to never depend on femur
Hard dark is the orders of Katrina how you see
Light the bitch with the music in between ain't nothing sweeter
Watch my zeener through limousines
On my mama screaming Mercedes Benz or the beamer
Profit for preachers pockets abuser'
Well did you get shot for sneakers
That shell top ain't the business
I'm missing these trickers, that's why I'm in position
Well my guy got evicted from the lie in the prison
He said talk to me on the phone and the envisions
Spend through collision intuition seamier like premonition
The dream I was the teen coward
Competition step on that ring power I bring
Focus and they drink strong and they weed sour
Found Nintendo now we ain't playing games in the we hour

Me and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phone
This is sell code to the sell hoe
Tryina jam you get out this jam with the melrow
Tell this hoe from the jell phone
All I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell on
Watch the elbows tryna rail row
My niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban know
I got the sail code to the sail hoe

Thinking thoughts that are ocean los in emotions
The money was never more than the moments
Story so golden that got me like an omen
Omen that advise the young showman that a shaman
Picking up where my father left me
Knowing if niggers don' get me, gotta catch me
Commencer was never for commentary
With me and my man'... We honorary
Private studies and tainted wisdom
They fight the C4, knight takes bishop
Chess game's got a wreck brains
Is written if my existence is cryptic let go
Go ahead the inscription
Blasphemy niggers that actually think they can back with me
They turn Satan shit for sati sheet
No wonders of the world, bet my show numbers
Be cold numbers to yo girl

Me and my man, million dollar plans from the cell phone
This is sell code to the sell hoe
Tryina jam you get out this jam with the melrow
Tell this hoe from the jell phone
All I need is the dollars and dreams we can sell on
Watch the elbows tryna rail row
My niggers been be careful for Benz, let the ban know
I got the sail code to the sail hoe