Lyrics:
batty gyal
See You a coming my way
Bend ova right gyal
Turn it side ways
Mi say Grip pon yo belly gyal
Feel up ma thing
Fyah bun
City boy a say
Stomp pon
they ought ta good,
There lived a lil' boy who was misled,
By another little boy and this is what he said:
"Me & you tonight are gonna make some cash,
Yo Wondu you make this beat? Damn
Ya man it's your boy Press Machine man
And a lot of these niggas
In the city can't do
What they want man you know
first step,
I made it out i'm bringin' mad joy,
The doctor looked and said he's gonna be Bad Boy!
I remember back in time,
Before all the homies
stop
Look like a lunch line on the block
Dive in that pussy fuck it belly flop
Yea
Just left out the cops
Bitch
Now im back on the block
Top shelf gas
no jelly
Back start touching my belly
I had to go dip the sauce
Now money fall like ConFetti (Oh)
Had to do it all no help
Feelin like I owe myself
Belly Lyrics
Look
Hustle like an cfrican mother out the motherland
Tryna get a hunned bands
But sumn bout these streets man I don't understand
for the future, I’m done the past
I’m fucking up Santa on sight if I see him
I’m punching his belly and kicking his ass
Rudolph can get it
That red
know we were going, they gave us a tour. They escorted us through the back. And when they escorted us through the back, we got to see how, you know,
riding through the woods and took her by the hand"
The boss he lay back flat on his bed
He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
He pondered the future
fighting
You paid the piper you gotta dance
I’m a party starter I need a dancer
Back to back and belly to belly
Dance like okoto
Dance like okoto
Ejo
with the pot
We the saucy boys
And we back on the track
She's screamin loud
Cause I'm fuckin from the back
Always been family first
But the jelly it's
cock in a your belly yea
Whine gal and fling pon me
Baby gal me say
Arch your back and then climb on top
Hands pon waist and she a bubble non-stop
Love
my first step,
i made it out im bringin' mad joy,
the docter looked and said he's gonna be BAD BOY!
[Faith Evans]
I remmember back in time, before
purgin', we hop out Suburbans
Like Kyrie Irving by the way I'ma spin back
I feel like a waiter, these bullets I'm servin'
I pull that bitch out then I
go by and her belly gets big
The father bails out, he ain't ready for a kid
Knowin' her mama will blow it all outta proportion
Plus she lives poor,
to the wolf slowly and cut open his belly.
She found the kids alive and took them out one by one from the wolf's belly.
The goat hugged the kids warmly.
Then
resucceedneck impossible ribs chest wooden belly thumb check tree stand by sectauary section recessed immune system new werk cartunetwork by net I'm
boy I was born like that
If I spin block and man don't drop
Amma spin right back
Move yuh hand from yuh face fool!
It can't block no shots
And I don't
By
Prolly think I'm lying I really live this shit
Say Murk a bitch ain't eva been
Numba 9'd em cause that boy is a
Mickey mouse pull up wit hella
a church in the gas
Soak the mass and step back
Tell your god to kiss ass and I'm striking the match
Pull up in all black then I blast on his ass
I ain't
belly
Wanna come to my room and see
Oh it's The way you deh back on me
The way you deh back on me
Come by da way girl and u go see
How it deh be wen u be
stellies on creep, I'm heavy on jewels
Hey, my niggas havin' yo' fool come back twice
It's nice and I can belly you for mo'
Family if we blow? We
It's goin', it's goin' down!
I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
Yeah! Now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh!
Yeah! Now what
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