Loud

	  		Intro  

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Whoop 
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Whoop 
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Ladies and gentlemen 
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This is Macadelic 
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You motherfucker, hahahaha 

Verse 1:
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Uh 
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I got codeine in my cup, you can bet your ass I'm sippin' 
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Groupies fall in love, I'm like, "Bitch, you must be trippin'" 
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I'm just tryna fuck and she just need tuition 
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Why you tryna stunt, you need to play your own position 
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Never gave a fuck, yeah, nothin' 'bout me changed 
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Still roll up them blunts, got diamonds in my chain, haha 
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Yeah, you heard me I got diamonds in my chain 
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And it don't make a difference if you cryin' in the rain 
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Two hundred shows, I'ma kill more, I just sold out that Fillmore 
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Got a million, make a mill' more, then a number one spot on the Billboard 

Pre-Chorus
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Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close 
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Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke 

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I like my music real loud, real loud 
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Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? 
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Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes 
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low 
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I like my music real loud, real loud 
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Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? 
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Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes 
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If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low 


Verse 2:
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Argh 
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I'ma get that Grammy soon, fuck your magazine 
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Jordan gonna hand me shoes, still fuck your magazine 
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Hammer team in that pack with me, hear the Jerm beat banging, with a glass of lean 
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When I went to every high school class would be tryna fuck the female faculty 
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I'm a crazy little fucker, think my head done ran away 
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I experiment with drugs but I won't ever fuck with yay' 
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I just made a million dollars, still I think I'm underpaid 
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Fuck with me? Kid no way, when you meet me, bitch stand up straight 
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Pump out raps, yeah, I got raps, tryna talk shit, what you think about that? 
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For the pesos, getting bank roll, I'ma lay low, chill, 'til I let that stack 

Pre-Chorus
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Yeah, people lie, numbers won't, keep me high, drugs is close 
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Roll one up, pour a cup, watch the world go up in smoke
 

Fm                   Db 
I like my music real loud, real loud 
Bbm                              Eb 
Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? 
Fm                     Db 
Here it come, there it go, ask your homies, ask your hoes 
Bbm                    Eb 
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low 
Fm                   Db 
I like my music real loud, real loud 
Bbm                              Eb 
Can you turn that shit up for me right now, right now? 
Fm                        Db 
Here she comes, there she goes, never chasin' after hoes 
Bbm                    Eb 
If you didn't, now you know, never keep your pockets low