Lyrics:
this town.
Verse 3 - My belly button got snipped I was promised
famine, I digged destiny and boss hogged my way in,
me and the ill moved snow like
could show the gram I get it popping
Like a button on a belly
I've been dope since peanut butter with the jelly
Tell the truth it's so telling
They've
up in her bladder w my extra belly button
Baby tell me something
Are you barely cummin
Put that hairy on me mmm yummy yummy
Bury me til I barely
Feds watching hard, tryna nail me, my trap like a deli
I pop off, get straight in her belly, fresh, I push a button
I can have 'em hunting, I walk down,
No more bluffing it's
I'm a feel it in my belly button
I'm a gluttin for your blushing
Your sweet little nothing
Your discussion and your fussing
My Belly's growin' big as Santa's
The only thing I’m sucking in's
More Hot Soup!
Leaves are Falling down
While I Polish off an Oreo Cheesecake!
Autumn
But now them can't do them button because them belly too glutton
Nyam off di moni an gaan
This year we a go read Jerimiah ten
The traditions of man we
Sweet belly of the moment
You've realized you've changed
And everything you are after
Well, has gone down the drain
You're nothing more than
throat
I've got buttons for my coat and sails on my boat
So much more than I needed before
I got money in the meter and a two bar heater
Oh, now it's
Oh, I've got a sheet for my bed and a pillow for my head
I've got a pencil full of lead and some water for my throat
I've got buttons for my coat
Yeah
Cassidy
Huh
This one of my joints for the ladies man
[Chorus]
Lift up ya shirt, let me see ya bellybutton girl
You got a belly ring,
Got (Gut?) the cruddy (???) frame
The zealots enveloped inside the belly of the blame
Cut-throats the result of pope jokes soaked in poacher constants
Inspiration is for amateurs
I'm calling into work
Belly's got a rumble
Gonna eat some pork
Hit the pause button
Bacon and eggs
Need ta' waste some time
Are
to the start
Nigga I just hit the button
They don't see me comin
They don't see me comin
You don't see me running
You don't see me thuggin
They don't see me
to the start
Nigga I just hit the button
They don't see me comin
They don't see me comin
You don't see me running
You don't see me thuggin
They don't see me
want it
Depend how I'm feeling I'll end discussion
Send you back like Benjamin I hit this button
Went from emerging to in abundance
Got my money right
with me, now the broad wanna move in (yeah, yeah)
I be on McQueen Khalifa kush, no bullshit
Just one button when I start my car, just push it
I'm
throat
I've got buttons for my coat and sails on my boat
So much more than I needed before
I got money in the meter and a two bar heater
Oh, now it's
to foggin' right out of his skin
He's a wavin' them horns right under my chin
At sunnin' his belly he couldn't be beat
He's showin' the buzzards the soles
throat
I've got buttons for my coat and sails on my boat
So much more than I needed before
I got money in the meter and a two bar heater
Oh, now it's
his belly clean
At night it's lonely like a self-help hotline
Only the screen illuminates his face
He willingly feeds the gold mine
In search
rockin them Pelles (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Got a young bitch like a nigga on Belly (d-d-don't stop the beat, don't stop the beat)
Met a ragin' cajun
Down in Louisiana
In her high button shoes
And her flowered dress
Said her name was Hannah
She said do you know
We
Ice tray, young nigga flooded (ice ice ice, yeah)
If a nigga hatin', call him Joe Budden (pussy)
Coupe outside and it's press button (skrt skrt)
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