Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bellin, artist - JAY WORTHY. Album song Two4one, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.03.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: EMPIRE, GDF
Song language: English
Bellin |
Bellin through my hood on foot though |
And that’s dangerous, summertime a war zone |
House shoes, ball shorts in my wardrobe |
White tees fitted caps, ain’t no thang though |
G homies keep they colors though |
Lil' homies at the park and they bang on |
Bitch, we go across the street it’s the same song |
North side with my niggas when they dead wrong |
Couple blocks past the lights we don’t get along |
But when that YG come on, man we sing along |
I seen it in the club homie real talk |
One side chuggin' the other c-walk |
Bellin through my hood on foot though |
Lookin' for a hot plate of good dough |
West side of the city got the real hoes |
But still on high alert don’t want to get smoked |
I can’t fuck with fake shit no more |
I killed off myself, I’m at war |
If you my friend, always be my friend with you 'til the end, I’m in |
I’m in, I’m in, I’m in, I’m in |
I’m in your function though I’m coming with like ten homies |
I got in something with my woman 'cause her friends on me |
I’m in a house that’s full of doubts so I don’t get lonely |
To whom I pray to when the clouds come get a grip, hold me |
The camp side, the west life where all the kids know me |
These hand signs for mankind, I feel like Mick Foley |
Shout out to Jordan, I was young, and had his kicks on me |
But fuck a Mike, no I was tryna be my big homie |
This bitch broke me, got like ten on me plus ain’t got no weed left since we |
left |
I been turning fallbacks to three steps |
Niggas say they seen good, that’s something I ain’t seen yet |
Why you always seem stressed, why you ain’t just leave yet? |
The different type of win when niggas hear the word to quit |
It’s a different type of missing when your shorty getting hit |
It’s a different type of jewelry when there’s bracelets on your wrist |
Fuck a difference, ain’t no difference, man we all just full of shit |
But either way I’m in |
I can’t fuck with fake shit no more |
I killed off myself, I’m at war |
If you my friend, always be my friend with you 'til the end, I’m in |
I’m in, I’m in, I’m in, I’m in |
I can’t fuck with fake shit no more |