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Goddamn Lonely Love

Jason Isbell

Live from Alabama

2012

your daddy says.
Don't be ashamed of things that hide behind your dress.
Belly-up and arch your back.
Well I ain't really falling asleep; I'm fading

Gin Soaked Boy

Southside Johnny

Live at the Opera House

2003

As Oklahoma by now
Dogs are barkin' out back
And you knit yer brow
Well, I'm on your trail
Sussed your M.O.
With some gin soaked boy
That you don't know

a eagle
I'm finna show ya what that money do
Ain't gotta spend it I'm still finna beat her
Hit from da back she got stripes like a zebra
I'm really running

we don't play out from the back
Fuck a middle man send it straight up top
Foreigns a coupes, my young boy a horrible ute
Caught man slippin' overseas

Me come inna another one belly like me a urethra tube
Watch how d heater move
Gyal a play leech fi food and gwan like them a teach the rules
Na give

get back on our track
You know I'm a big boy and I can't eat that much sand
If you love me Panda please give me some choco jelly snack
Bring me some

Know a dummy got left by the deli
Hit by a hallow was gushing like jelly
Real niggas that's all in my circle
Brodie got plays so I swung him

trekking to migrate
for their betterment
Carrying their baggage in their jaw quite similar to the plight of my partner
Cos Thato got knocked out by back

of my partner 
Cos Thato got knocked out by back of the Llama
What's worse is from the corner of his mouth was all red and still body to a fourteen year

I mention I was full of joy
You can call me big boy
Not a chonk 
Saw Bobby lee on tv with gronk 
What would tiger belly be 
Without khalila
A plain

Snake Dog

Eleni Mandell

Wishbone

1999

He lied when he laid
With a downtrodden babe
He lied, oh, he lied to me
He lied when he tripped
When he broke, when he ran
With the shirt on his back

to the blocks, baby)
(Take it back to the blocks, boy)

Belly

Gunna

Drip Harder

2018

Ah-ah-ah, hey
Hey
Run that back, Turbo

You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
I used to say, "YOLO," trap on Motorola
Spittin' these vocals,

at the lobby and I'll hit her when I'm ready
Brought her to the penthouse made her feel it in her belly, for real
Leanin by the bar with a dime too
Droppin'

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Big fat cocky stick it inna yuh gut, mi nuh affi beg fi no bloodclat fuck, dung in ya throat leave ya belly mark up, Bussy

Gangsta Party

Bun B

Back 2 Da Basics

2006

diamond-studded belly ring
Niggas who be flippin' that work, screamin' money ain't no thing
Car clean, mouth full of gold with the princess cut rocks in it
Back

Looking at 
All this rappers Iv been eating 
Even if I was 2 pac by now I would have pot belly

I’m a shot (short) caller 
It’s like I’m on the phone with

Hashtag
Talk ta text
I ain't never losin' focus
Get that out your brain
It's the boy that spit insane
Bout to shake up the game
Back better than ever
Grind

gone, got dug up at the root
Caught between the casting spill, the boiler, and the chute
Now I'm just a boy in a pair of dead man's boots
By the door
They

every slut
Claiming you my boy when I was down wouldn't even help me up
You be thinking that's yo mans
He a snake you for some bands
Run off with yo bag

nowhere, but to the family reunion get away from them
Get away from them
Yeah
Yeah
On a verge to success doing more not less to my back on regrets
I can't

call him AC Green
Smokin' speedin' like I'm in belly
Hunchback Quasimodo cuz my neck heavy
Triple threat blow by then I hit jelly
I look like Oubre boy

stored
Grid locked to the core
You could never get it winning we design more
See that we undefeated and we define war
Leading people back, keys

ain’t ever heard bout who she with
You a simple Simon you a git
You Gave that hoe flowers boy that’s rich

That girl call you bae she Call me Father
She