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Loud Video (MV)




Performed By: BoutaDolla
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Xavier Banker




BoutaDolla - Loud Lyrics
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BoutaDolla Smokin' on that fire OG
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
When I cop that pack, I had it under my sack
Cause if the feds find that, I can't have it
I'ma be f*cked, cause I don't speak pig latin
Middle of the stage, crowd goin' nuts
Dudes spillin' drinks, bitches throwin' up
We poppin' bottles and I'm rollin' up
If you ain't smokin' time, you can roll with us
We get dollars so we always stuntin'
I ain't jackin' for the song, boy, we ain't frontin
Put a knot on the bar, buy the whole shelf
We gon' party all night, baby, it's nothin'
Caviar in the blunts cause I smoke the finest
So many crystals in the bud, it's lookin' like a diamond
All their hands turn when they see ya boy ridin'
I'm winning this race and ain't no one behind me
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
Look to my right, see a bad bitch
She a ride for me, she a savage
So I strapped her up with a mack clip
Nigga run up he do a back flip
This shit reall, boy, I ain't lyin
I'll kick the door, and leave the kids cryin
Don't test me, cause I'll get violent
I don't get caught cause real G's move in silence
Try me and see what I'm bout
I don't play games I'll air ya ass out
We'll smoke loud till everybody pass out
If you tryna match the midget, then you assed out
Assed out like a jockstrap
Thirsty dudes askin' where the thots at
All I wanna know is where the guap at
We ain't conversatin' you aint got that
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
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BoutaDolla Smokin' on that fire OG
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
When I cop that pack, I had it under my sack
Cause if the feds find that, I can't have it
I'ma be f*cked, cause I don't speak pig latin
Middle of the stage, crowd goin' nuts
Dudes spillin' drinks, bitches throwin' up
We poppin' bottles and I'm rollin' up
If you ain't smokin' time, you can roll with us
We get dollars so we always stuntin'
I ain't jackin' for the song, boy, we ain't frontin
Put a knot on the bar, buy the whole shelf
We gon' party all night, baby, it's nothin'
Caviar in the blunts cause I smoke the finest
So many crystals in the bud, it's lookin' like a diamond
All their hands turn when they see ya boy ridin'
I'm winning this race and ain't no one behind me
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
Look to my right, see a bad bitch
She a ride for me, she a savage
So I strapped her up with a mack clip
Nigga run up he do a back flip
This shit reall, boy, I ain't lyin
I'll kick the door, and leave the kids cryin
Don't test me, cause I'll get violent
I don't get caught cause real G's move in silence
Try me and see what I'm bout
I don't play games I'll air ya ass out
We'll smoke loud till everybody pass out
If you tryna match the midget, then you assed out
Assed out like a jockstrap
Thirsty dudes askin' where the thots at
All I wanna know is where the guap at
We ain't conversatin' you aint got that
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
We don't smoke nothin' but loud in here
Pimps, shot callers, and ballers, here
Dope boy fresh, laid up in the back
3 gram blunts, yo they got that pack
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Writer: Xavier Banker
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