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Bài hát belly do ca sĩ Lil Baby, Gunna thuộc thể loại R&b/hip Hop/rap. Tìm loi bai hat belly - Lil Baby, Gunna ngay trên Nhaccuatui. Nghe bài hát Belly chất lượng cao 320 kbps lossless miễn phí.
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Lời bài hát: Belly

Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu

Ah, hey, mm You n****s bogus, I see them posers I used to say yo, lil trap, I'm all over Spit in these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery whip, paints the coupes a candy coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold it The streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horses Let my fans tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dog and he ain't got a question I get a bitch like he's from Philly Police got dogs and they can't even smell it Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly Twinnies on me, I call them green relish I'm in my jean and I damn billy Too many vibes, they think I'm Mark Kelly pH in the sky, we got them all ready PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it Keepin' the night to be long-winded I pray to the sky and know that this was handed Worked all my life and now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse, but I can never tell it I got that sweetie, so I'll start a tellin' Tried to switch with me, you all get beheaded I got a drip, they call me Driparelli I held on down, that nigga was my celly *** you, *** niggas, devil made me heartless Thank God Kevin got me, used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack a bag cause we gon' shop regardless Backin' on backin', paid up for the parties I done came a long way from open up for Cardi Shakin' my bracelets, Cardi, yeah, I Cardi Police is cases, all that we avoidin' Lendin' my coke and more and more money I shoulda known my love, I never been a bully Gotta recolor, be long-headed Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie I got this song screamin' and puttin' I came with a drip, got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessing, the easy could be tooken Send the front end, it's easy to get a bookin' You niggas buggers, I see them posin' I used to say, yo, lil' trap, I'm all around Spit in these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery wet pants, the coupes are candy coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold it The streets like a farm cause all we ride is horses Let my fans tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dog and he ain't got a question Yeah, cash on my back and I bought me a paddock A ditty to cabbage, the money relax me My momma don't happy, I bought her my mansion I still ride the fitted, but I don't be cappin' These camouflage denim like I just went cappin' They still can't believe that I made it, it happen I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I ride in a Wraith like I play with a Atlas No pleadin', I'm rappin', ain't takin' no charges My young nigga solid, I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse hotels, we whenever we turn I foreign my tennis, I still ride a Jordan Packin' out shows, love my fans, they impartin' I'm still in a trap in a hood like a motor Spent thousands on Frank when she ***in' my odor I just started rappin', I made me some millions Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city These braces can't healthy, it cost me a 50 I loaded it up, I been houndin' and bendin' Been gettin' 20 a night every day, different city I just keep puttin' and servin' my kidneys It's a big one, but this not the Jubilee I got Gunna with me rockin' Vlon Supreme These niggas buggers, I see them posers They used to say, yo, lil' trap, I'm all over Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it Slippery whip, pasted coupes, a candy coated Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold it The streets like a farm, cause all we ride is horses Let my fans tell it, we done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dog and he ain't got no question

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