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