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it for a couple bands
50 60 100 bands 
No limit she gone drop it fast
Air that nigga for the disrespect
Nike adidas on no respect
Middle belt yeah I

Rossi got rushed
And I ran them down with a belt
Make man swim I ain't nothing like Phelps
Hit man up I don't know about stealth
In their tunes they're

Get me out on the belt and road
Take me down past the Muscle Shoals
I'm running fast from the land of the free
Running hard from the grope

from my walk
He Acting like tevin Campbell
He tryna stop me
Wonder can I stop and talk
Speed up and down on the belt
Like I'm a racer
He said I'm looking

where you been before
Just close that door, roll your window down and seat belt on
Just let me know, we'll go anywhere you wanna go
Go anywhere you wanna

sorry uh
Yeah she think I'm lit now
Yeah she tryna unbuckle my Gucci belt lil baby come sit down
Yeah my heart be colder than ever I guess it be matching

taking trips out to Ontario 
Louie down Gucci kicks
belt Ferragamo 
Ooohh drip Hot sauce 
Baby yeah imma hot boy 
Who did it like me
No one has done it

taking trips out to Ontario 
Louie down Gucci kicks
belt Ferragamo 
Ooohh drip Hot sauce 
Baby yeah imma hot boy 
Who did it like me
No one has done it

If the opps in the party just know them boys ain't no getting pass
Wait til they come out
Unt unt
We put belt to ass
Walk em down
Whoever wit him

While I do it
Car seat
Belt buckle
Beat a nigga down
Brass knuckle
No wish on a star
So I can travel far
Music wise
Just trying grab Listener's attention

doesn't need a stimmy
Pootie tang smack that bitch down with a belt
If she put it on me
Damn then a nigga might melt
Summer time so fine
And I'm feeling

this body
He wanna find out
If I can get naughty
Get naughty get naughty get naughty

Icy its all on my belt
I need a buss down
To flaunt all of my

for myself
Can't nobody ever say they know
The pain that I felt
'Cause ain't nobody think I was
Down under my belt it was never really love
They wanted

I would hang myself but my belts to weak
Weighed on down call it fatigue
What else to say when outlooks so bleak
I seek to space where it was we meet

Your
Shit split Me and my gorilla, we're movin' Through that
Raq under five percent tent strap down no seat belts

Just a whole lot of iron Marijuana,

getter
It's not my bitch no more so go get her
Now I do better
Gold medals
Diamonds on Michael Phelps they so wetter
Brand new Gucci belt it's gold leather

holding you down like a belt
No I'm not counting the favor, just return it later, we all need a person to lean on
I don't fuck with niggas who ain't bout

Then she reached down for my belt
She gon' show a side of her that she ain't show nobody else
It's a private performance
I came to see the act
Look like

of growing
And learning every day
Every day

Okay
Switch it up
Alright
Bowl after bowl after bowl
I think of the years I have under my belt
The ups

on my skin lil baby and feel down to my belt
I got her jingling but I ain't talking bout no damn bells
I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for her so I thank

had to get for myself
Can't nobody ever say they know the pain that I felt
'Cause ain't nobody think I was down under my belt
It was never really love,

Yeah...
Black...
Black...
I'm a Black sheep
Black tee black jeans
Wallabies black belt Bruce Lee
We was down they didn't remember us
It's ironic

I'm seeing something bigger than the reason that I gave myself
And you know how it helps
I just love how it felt
They falling down, need a belt
Need

nothing)
I'm smoking cookie dropping ashes falling on my belt
I beat that pussy down she feeling shit she never felt
That's for the fuck of it still can