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Hook:
Miss Mary Mac, Mac
All dressed in black, black
With silver buttons, buttons 
All down her back, back
She jumped so high
And touched the sky

the belly stuntman
Cause it did the tuck and roll
If I had a lot of money
Probably do the same yo

But I'm broker than the joker
That means I can go in

say

I've got kratom in my system
Hatred in my eyes, listen
Fire in my belly, Matrix in my mind
A virtual prison bitch, don't kill my vibe
We got these

Pushing all my buttons and i'll blow up,  undo it
Leaving out the back in a buick, we flew it
Rewind time just to zoom in, move it
Lucid, im

to the floor

You don't know what just happened
You suffering from a fracture
You rebel let me catch you, I'll beat you belly bastard
You have a bad

And when she see your ass again

Fat fingers fumble with silver
Spoons earned for nothing
Too much twitter talk to be
Trusted with the button
Toupee cocked

to
Do you like the things that
Life is showing you
What are you gonna do, do you know
So where you from? Where chicks
Rock Air Force One's
Belly shirts

now I'm sinking to the bottom of the sea
Still waters run deep
But it's cold down here
It's cold and I've been shivering
Slithering on my belly through

tell tell
So them can't tell we nothing tell tell
We from the land of the forgotten tell tell
And them can't touch we button tell tell
Them say we bad

Beloved why you fronting
I know I push your buttons
Texting you parables in paragraph form
I formulate what you Similac and proceed to send it
Every

Pussy hating in my DMs catch this pole
Flow switching but I only switch in songs
Keep it real In her belly I go raw
Talking shit but you asking for a song

Glistening hair, black liquorice 
Chocolate button eyes
Peer over the headlines of his newspaper disguise
Carriage gently rocking as the station

have to hear all this motherfucker's lies, dun
Shouldn't be surprised, don't let me catch you unsupervised
Pushing every button, just remember, it's no

That's 600 on the louies
Red bottom Christ button that's 1200
On the shoes
Yea And I'm bleeding on the shoes
And u better know it right
We ain't showin no

see the belt
That's 600 on the louies
Red bottom Christ button that's 1200
On the shoes
Yea And I'm bleeding on the shoes
And u better know it right
We

I'm in the jungle I came up from nothing 
He a lil nigga like Benjamin Button 
I got a bad bitch and she suckin and fuckin 
I fuck that lil bitch

One more is not enough
I’m in too deep
No turning back now

Poured from an empty cup
A sleight of hand
A trick up my sleeve

I’m tapped out
I’m belly

I still don't give a flying fuck
(Uh)
That boy pressed the button
Now my dawgs gon light em up
(Boom boom boom )
Walk inside that venue
The whole

risking nothing
But na me Dey press her Mumu button
Give me Jedi Jedi
You do me something wey Dey sweet me for my belly
Messing with my head and I swear e

Meeting at the golf course celine button up cool
Put it in my hand i make it disappear im that smoove
Baby don't be tripping off them hoes you know i got

I'm the keeper of your lightless hours
Hands on the writer composing your mind
A push of the button will bring you the day
Hear the devil's nurse

I'm jesse
Quick draw call me wild wild wesley
I press the, red button if you press me
One call get you killed on da telly
Pop a nigga pop a nigga like

the button
Looks like the start of something

Oh Oh Oh
Pour it out and watch it grow
Oh Oh
It's about to overflow
Uh Oh
Trust as far as you can throw
Whoah

was wrapped up inside a fluffy blanket
The faces in my vision start to warp and distort 
There's a motor in my chest wheres the button to abort