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Loud Video (MV)




Performed By: Drako
Length: 3:39
Written by: CALVIN DASHER, DVORIOUS BOZEMAN




Drako - Loud Lyrics




(Slide in the coupe)

Move slow in that coupe like a turtle
Put some cheese on your beef that's a burger
All these prezy's on me got me wanted for murder
Ice on my neck feeling like a McFlurry
Shoot for the money like Curry
Gun on my hip I ain't worried
Bitches be acting so thirsty
Pull up I hop out we serve em
Loud uh, I'm blowing that loud
Jewelry shine too loud, ya I probably need to tone it down
Red bottoms how I walk
Big money what I talk
Got a hunnid in the vault
They know I'm bout to take off

Brand new V go too fast
F*ck that I'm a do the whole dash
SL coupe no E class
I'm a make a lil nigga big mad big money talk, no chit chat
Always asking where ya bitch at
When you text that bitch she don't text back, ya
Burn the hoe neck send the bitch back, ya
Bunch of bad bitches at the kickback, ya
Counting up racks in a Maybach, ya
Chillin with the seat laid way back, ya
Tints no curtain we don't need that , ya
Fake kick it shit we don't rock like that
Pop big shit you ain't built like that
F*ck around nigga get killed like that
Get a tag on your toe and your body a bag
Cash out on a foreign, don't know what to call it
That whatchamacallit
F*ck it I bought it, 20k for a walk in
Cut the check ain't no talking
I run it up til I'm outta breath
I get a bag and I'm outta there
Double g's all on my Gucci belt
Red bottoms dripping on every step

Move slow in that coupe like a turtle
Put some cheese on your beef that's a burger
All these prezy's on me got me wanted for murder
Ice on my neck feeling like a McFlurry
Shoot for the money like Curry
Gun on my hip I ain't worried
Bitches be acting so thirsty
Pull up I hop out we serve em
Loud uh, I'm blowing that loud
Jewelry shine too loud, ya I probably need to tone it down
Red bottoms how I walk
Big money what I talk
Got a hunnid in the vault
They know I'm bout to take off

All my flights is private, ya
First name basis with the pilot, ya
All your hoes my side bitch, ya
All my bitches exotic, ya
Big money talk my convo, ya
Got six chains want six more, ya
Plug just dropped off a big load, ya
Run that money up pronto, ya
Ice all in my watch
I ain't wife'n no thot
Kick her ass out, ya
The spot honey look what I got, ya
Hunnid band duffle bag
Drippin sauce got the swag paper tag and that's a Jag
That's a rental take it back, ya
I just ate at Benihana, 1 plate 1200
No fillet, I eat piranha
All this ice will freeze the summer
A 100k feed the safe
They say crime don't pay
Crooked life got me straight
Count them blessings everyday

Move slow in that coupe like a turtle
Put some cheese on your beef that's a burger
All these prezy's on me got me wanted for murder
Ice on my neck feeling like a McFlurry
Shoot for the money like Curry
Gun on my hip I ain't worried
Bitches be acting so thirsty
Pull up I hop out we serve em
Loud uh, I'm blowing that loud
Jewelry shine too loud, ya I probably need to tone it down
Red bottoms how I walk
Big money what I talk
Got a hunnid in the vault
They know I'm bout to take off
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(Slide in the coupe)

Move slow in that coupe like a turtle
Put some cheese on your beef that's a burger
All these prezy's on me got me wanted for murder
Ice on my neck feeling like a McFlurry
Shoot for the money like Curry
Gun on my hip I ain't worried
Bitches be acting so thirsty
Pull up I hop out we serve em
Loud uh, I'm blowing that loud
Jewelry shine too loud, ya I probably need to tone it down
Red bottoms how I walk
Big money what I talk
Got a hunnid in the vault
They know I'm bout to take off

Brand new V go too fast
F*ck that I'm a do the whole dash
SL coupe no E class
I'm a make a lil nigga big mad big money talk, no chit chat
Always asking where ya bitch at
When you text that bitch she don't text back, ya
Burn the hoe neck send the bitch back, ya
Bunch of bad bitches at the kickback, ya
Counting up racks in a Maybach, ya
Chillin with the seat laid way back, ya
Tints no curtain we don't need that , ya
Fake kick it shit we don't rock like that
Pop big shit you ain't built like that
F*ck around nigga get killed like that
Get a tag on your toe and your body a bag
Cash out on a foreign, don't know what to call it
That whatchamacallit
F*ck it I bought it, 20k for a walk in
Cut the check ain't no talking
I run it up til I'm outta breath
I get a bag and I'm outta there
Double g's all on my Gucci belt
Red bottoms dripping on every step

Move slow in that coupe like a turtle
Put some cheese on your beef that's a burger
All these prezy's on me got me wanted for murder
Ice on my neck feeling like a McFlurry
Shoot for the money like Curry
Gun on my hip I ain't worried
Bitches be acting so thirsty
Pull up I hop out we serve em
Loud uh, I'm blowing that loud
Jewelry shine too loud, ya I probably need to tone it down
Red bottoms how I walk
Big money what I talk
Got a hunnid in the vault
They know I'm bout to take off

All my flights is private, ya
First name basis with the pilot, ya
All your hoes my side bitch, ya
All my bitches exotic, ya
Big money talk my convo, ya
Got six chains want six more, ya
Plug just dropped off a big load, ya
Run that money up pronto, ya
Ice all in my watch
I ain't wife'n no thot
Kick her ass out, ya
The spot honey look what I got, ya
Hunnid band duffle bag
Drippin sauce got the swag paper tag and that's a Jag
That's a rental take it back, ya
I just ate at Benihana, 1 plate 1200
No fillet, I eat piranha
All this ice will freeze the summer
A 100k feed the safe
They say crime don't pay
Crooked life got me straight
Count them blessings everyday

Move slow in that coupe like a turtle
Put some cheese on your beef that's a burger
All these prezy's on me got me wanted for murder
Ice on my neck feeling like a McFlurry
Shoot for the money like Curry
Gun on my hip I ain't worried
Bitches be acting so thirsty
Pull up I hop out we serve em
Loud uh, I'm blowing that loud
Jewelry shine too loud, ya I probably need to tone it down
Red bottoms how I walk
Big money what I talk
Got a hunnid in the vault
They know I'm bout to take off
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Writer: CALVIN DASHER, DVORIOUS BOZEMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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