Red Cafe - Loaded lyrics

[Intro]

She gotta arch up on that thing

Shorty heeled up

Chanel bagged up

[Hook]

Shorty loaded, loaded, loaded

Shorty fully loaded, loaded, loaded

Shorty got ass

All the rich niggas love her

I’m from the PJ’s

Wear my J’s when I fuck her


Shorty loaded, loaded, loaded

Shorty fully loaded, loaded, loaded

Shorty got ass

All the boss bitches love her

She from the PJ’s

Wear my J’s when I fuck her


[Verse 1: Red Cafe]

Shorty got ass

All the bitches want her

Hallelujah, I caught her

All them ballers be on her

I woke up faded

Turned around and blazed

Been like 10 years

Me and this money been datin’

I got cash overload

She got ass overload

Ciroc by the bucket

Ask, give myself a note

I’mma need my protein

I’m schemin’ on her whole team

Her ass got a purpose

So work it, work it, work it

Man, that booty be on request

She never on recess

She just ‘bout that paper

Get it girl, buy no BS

Loaded, loaded, that gas got me on Pluto

That molly got her on Pluto

Her ass fat, Sumo


[Hook]

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[Verse 2: Trey Songz]

Shorty loaded, I cock it

Now that’s one in the head

She blow, she pop it, she bustin’ in the bed

She bustin’ in the chair

Bustin’ on the stairs

We bustin’ everywhere

Shit, I’m bustin’ in her hair

I don’t fuck with that red dot

If she infrared

Gin is only head shots

I be givin’ lead shots

Always got my safety on

Always got her legs locked

She ain’t never said stop

Spray me, leave a wet spot

Chop her, break her down

She fall back when I swing that

Hit that, and I hit that

Them guts just what I aim at

Lookin’ at a marksman

Pussy precision

I knock that motherfucker down

Like it was trippin’

My nigga, nigga, nigga

What you think they call me trigger for?

Keep that pussy bustin’, baby

Fuck them other niggas, hoe

I just ripped you open like a check was in the envelope

I be killin’ pussy, tell me can I get a witness, yo?


[Hook]


You need a fully loaded bitch up in your life

You need a fully loaded bitch to be your wife

I need a fully loaded nigga on my team

I need a fully loaded nigga on my team


[Verse 3: Fabolous]

That girl be fully loaded

I keep that thing on safety

That girl be rollin’ with him

A nigga travel safely

That girl is so special

Like that 38 be

Them hoes be throwin’ shots but shorty catchin’ murders lately

Get body bags, body bags

Make sure they Chanel

I told her let me squeeze it

And make sure that it’s real

Got a little bitch, her friend, though

This tall joint, extendo

I tell her blow the cartridge then I slide in that Nintendo

Ain’t gon’ be no games played

Just game sprayed, she can’t stay

I pull back that white sheet

Like “Oh shit, you’re a day late”

In my bed, in my head, I’m thinkin’ salute her

Her nigga couldn’t make her bust

She got with a shooter


[Hook]






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