| Cook that shit up, Quay
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| Drew home
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| Glock, say what? |
| And you was a lil cub in the trenches (Pussy)
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| And I was real bear, and you couldn’t even come up in that jungle
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| Nigga, I lived there, I’m seventy-five with them dirty birds
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| Me and still be in the trap, we sleep on them curbs, yeah
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| Bowen Homes was a war zone, and kids run in clutchin' on some but that man
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| And I done did a four in four ways, I done got paid in four days
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| Breaking grams down, breaking pounds down, I’d do anything to get the cash now
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| At seventeen you know I was a lil beast but I’m the man now
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| Man I’m servin' the whole city, gettin' off pack, ya dig what I’m sayin' now?
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| D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
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| Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
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| You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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| I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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| D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
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| Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
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| You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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| I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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| Switching lane to lane, throwin' the perc, I’ll send more game, yeah
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| I put that money off for a rainy day, but it ain’t rained yet
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| And Head lost a hundred thousand but he done bounced back
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| And Drew just came back, got a fat bitch singin' the same song
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| one gang, so we supposed to flip
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| And we still walk around with a TEC, keep my foot on these nigga’s neck
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| I ain’t gonna give a nigga no bread, these niggas ain’t give me no help
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| Niggas wanna run so then I left, yeah
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| Niggas wanna run so then I left, yeah
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| We treat them bodies like trophies, putting these bitches on shelves, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
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| Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
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| You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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| I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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| D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah
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| Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help
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| You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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| I put them bodies on my belt, dawg |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Belt Line , by - Marlo. Song from the album The Real 1, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп