Lyrics:
diе by my honor
Belly of the beast, lil Molly like Bismo
Double the C, big fresh like Mentos
I put them drugs on the
Street for your kinfolk
Sell
or without a strap
Laying on their bellies, untied off their backs
Watching girls in bikinis is like watching a slinky walk down the stairs
Can't help but
That hating ish Nall I don't really Get that
Ya boy say I'm eh but his chic Really with that
Talk ya little chatter Yea ya lil pit pat
Boss baby
Mi love the Hennessy seafood in a mi belly
Never see mi in the struggle but you see when god a bless me
Yeah we trendy the Louis Vuitton and Fendi
Break that dick off in her belly
Mix this peanut butter wit her jelly
That pussy so good, boy I swear I wouldn’t sell it
& great her hygiene; pussy sittin
Combos come like Lomachenko
You're talking gang, you don't know the ends, though
I'm a big belly boy like Butter Bean
I've got gloves on my hands, that's
belly, I go from the field and straight to the telly, after I hit it
Know I gotta leave
Today, Friday the 13th, hit from the back I make her cream, hit
thin, his skin, bet I get under that
Mama's boy for real, she all you got, we know you run to that
Playin' in these streets, pull back that sheet, how she
Higo
Another banger
Hmm
She carry front (hmm)
She carry back (hmm)
She get hip (hmm)
And her belly flat (hmm)
She get front (hmm)
She get
City flashing breaking backs I'm off his pill again
Dizzy crashes stop his actions breathing in his sins
Wash his hands off dust the blazer with his
I think I'm bacc I think I clap
Told him he act up I'm gettin' him wack
Bitch and that's that Money on stack Movin' so groovy ya bitch on my back
If Pirus and Crips all got along
They'd probably gun me down by the end of this song
Seem like the whole city go against me
Every time I'm in
niggas
Boy you know I'm dead on
Dead on, dead on, dead on
At 17, I caught me a felony
Influenced by the movie Belly
I got on all black just like
and pearls twirl, tumbled out of my nappy coils
Visions of sugar plums for all the boys and girls
Why would I sell-out, I'm already rich, don't make no sense
Always sittin' by the phone
Daffodils are poppin' up out behind the clothesline
Underneath that tree I planted when I was just a boy of nine
Man, I
rolling back, I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
Yeah yeah they cheer
Can they
rolling back, I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
Yeah yeah they cheer
Can they
rolling back, I'm rubbing my thighs with my hand
And I'm thinking
People pushing by, and walking off into the night
Yeah yeah they cheer
Can they
Soon as all your dawgs gettin' jelly
Get involved, Makavelli - you be gon' before your time
How ironic, it's a movie when my schlong in her Belly
We
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
behavin' like they ought ta good
There lived a lil' boy who was misled
By anotha lil' boy and this is what he said
"Me and Ty, we gonna make sum cash
on me like a d-boy
But all I know now is the B-line
I got the feds following the decoy
Google Maps, I'm streetwise
I saw that coming
Eliminate all risks
back
All b-boys breakin' and bustin', bringin' it back
We bringin' it back
I'm a do the cabbage patch to solidify we bringin' it back
Black Eyed Peas
Blackhawk over the glass walk
They surface up through the cash crops
With clippers for your belly-up mascots
And never dine alone
Meanwhile, back at sea level
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