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I was typhoon, cartoon for you to watch Took you by the belt loop, said, "How can I help you?" How can I assume you would tie me in two knots?
You drank from a wine glass, stage pass, In your belt loop tied little baby made it out of here When ambition was the only drug you tried
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag Full of stacks rubber bands 'round big cash
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag Full of stacks rubber bands 'round big cash
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag Full of stacks rubber bands 'round big cash
New Akoo outfit with a Gucci rag Tied to my belt loop and my Louis bag Full of stacks rubber bands 'round big cash
You had a blade in your pocket and a rag in your belt loop Guys hovering 'round the bar like gulls on the ocean
I'm higher then high I'm flier then fly Chrome hard chain From the wallet to the belt loop rock n roll fly I dig the ladies the ladies dig I
Tearing at the black tie, finish adding notches to my belt loop They say help you, I can't help you Why I can't speak out? Is wide out, wide out
In the back seat her and a friend, One out the window and the other on the other end One belt loop away from Sunday night's news
'Til he pulled out that Earnhardt wallet on that chain hooked to his belt loop
And the men with one hand on the small of her back The other casually with his thumb through the belt loop of his waistband
And the black troops I had to grab more ? with react juice Started with the ? gun on my belt loop The black-on-black Force Ones with the black swoosh Like a box of Chex Mix
Someone's stabbed my voodoo doll Now it hurts each time that nature calls And you're lucky that nature's finished calling out to you You were down to your very last little belt loop But you were tougher than a pitbull in the paratroops And if you're afraid of getting hurt you suffer more ills Like the hypochondriac who dies choking on his pills So I shoul
And loadin' it up in an Armored Car at the crack of the mornin' light Bonnie grabbed me by the belt loop and pulled me in the car And Clyde held a saw'd-off to my head and lit me a big cigar
In the back seat her and a friend, One out the window and the other on the other end One belt loop away from Sunday night's news
I can’t lift myself off the ground By the belt loop of my jeans I’m often told to know myself But I’m not sure what that means
