Lyrics:
belly and he gave him a slap
But little did he know the lil' boy was strapped
the kid pulled out a gun
He said, "Why'd you hit me?"
the barrel headed
tryin' to hold that fire
A matchstick and liquor to take a while
I was part of a single line
Was born in the belly of uncut lies
The lie wasn't holdin'
Toxic Emissions
Modern Conditions
Vague apparitions
Lost in the distance tense
Link to the senses
Link to the nothingness
Laugh you are not there
Oh trademark!
Ayy, brodie got a bag, got another bag
SBSN shit, put it on the map
Stop being so nice, I ain't tryna laugh
Michael Jackson, my shit,
one of those
Belly getting big, look at the tits grow
She want a song so I wrote one and it goes
If she want it
I'm gonna give it up
If she
Bellies
Its Me And y'all, y'all And Me Forget who's On Da Celly (J.R.)
Dats Wat you Gon Be Screamin Through Da Walls
Damn They don't Even Hear you
it
Till my belly rumbles
So lay back and
Close your eyes and
While I fiddle you can fantasize
Yeah
While I fiddle you can fantasize
*Deep baby
to the women that we can't get with
Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out we can all go half
It's Friday night got the perfect weather
[Talking]
Gangsta? (haha!, what?)
Mikkey Finest (fa sho`)
Ah King Pin`s Dream
Mack 10, Inglewood
I`m nigga Mikkey
Chi-Town, Birdman [*Laughs
to leave
And I guess I believed her
Don't need to change the key like Lex Luger
Never rubbed the belly of a Buddha
I have luck stuck in my blood
Girl,
pussy, then Biggie living
Won't fuck just an bitch
Annihilate this bitch, blow at any nigga
Date day with the belly spray
And it's really gold, I ain't
pilot they vessels to split the light house
Laugh at brown bag liquor list on there way home from the blood bath
Half angle with broken halo; half
it up and rechop it
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2 South Park Mexican]
Smoking smelly
Put a hole in your belly
You wan't to test us oh really
Got a call
scowling at you as you quake
And tremble with your fear.
Chorus
Sounds that make you shake like jelly,
Butterflies inside your belly,
makes you want
...and see
Somewhere
Out in the dark
A car pulls up
& parks
& the passenger
Shifts nervously in her seat
& butterflies
Flutter in her belly
the last laugh, cause I ain't stopping till I fold you
I flip young boys like a ki of soda
It's the take over, Shut Em Down on the map
And we don't give
jeans, belly button rings, pretty pink painted-up toes
They'll drink your drinks, make you think, you're their right now Romeo
They say sha-la-la
David the world can only take so much
And with you around, we're in for a really hard time
Jagger and Richards, game for a laugh
Dancing us down
many twinkies
And I'm gonna watch that belly explode
When I catch ya in the street, unload the 4-5 and reload
Bend over and the hoes will laugh
Cause
with them
And they laugh at this fool of a man
Through the stone fortress windows
And the bell tolls on
(unclean)
And many deaths and many days
staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out we can all go half
It's Friday night got the perfect weather
Let's get drunk together
[Chorus]
Bacardi,
alphabet
To the omega text
Life is now and death is next
Post bond out on bail from the belly of hell
Communicate through diatonic and pentatonic scale
These
like a thug, talks like a thug)
Clown like a thug, put it down like a thug
Release me to the belly of the beast
The jungle made of concrete
Real
Going manic if you're able and you're ready
Stab your naval, couldn't stand up with the pain up in your belly
It be fatal, couldn't lay up
Wanna
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