โหลดเพลง mp3 Belly - Lil Baby

Belly (Explicit) - Lil Baby/Gunna
Produced by：Turbo
Hahah
Hey
Ohhh
Run that back
Turbo
Run that back
Turbo
You n***as bogus
I see the imposers
I used to sell yola
Trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals
Labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints
The coupes are candy coated
Just left the bank
I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm
'Cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it
We done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg
And he ain't gotta question
I got a b***h like Keisha off of Belly
Police got dogs and they can't even smell me
Keep me a cup
I got a lean belly
Twentys on me I call 'em green relish
Balmain my jeans
If not they embellished
Too many vibes
They think I'm R Kelly
P H in the sky
We got 'em already
P J in the sky and I don't wanna land it
Creepin' at night
The vlone bandit
I prayed to the sky
And none of this was handed
Worked all my life
And now I understand it
Crawled up like a mouse
But I could never tell it
I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
Try disrespect me
You all get beheaded
I got the drip
They call me Dripavelli
I held him down
That n***a was my celly
F**k you f**k n***as
Never made me heartless
Thank God came and got me
Used to shop at Target
They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
We don't pack our bags
'Cause we gon' shop regardless
Backend I'm back in
Paid up for the party
I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti
Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
Police's cases
All that we avoidin'
The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy
I shown all my love
I've never been a bully
Got every color
Vlone hoody
Just jumped in the game
And still I ain't no rookie
I got this sauce cream and puddin'
I came with the drip
Got everybody lookin'
Cherish your blessings
Easily could be tooken
Send a front in
It's easy to get a book in
You n***as bogus
I see the imposers
I used to sell yola
Trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals
Labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints
The coupes are candy coated
Just left the bank
I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm
'Cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it
We done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg
And he ain't gotta question
Yeah cash all my backends
I bought me a Patek
Addicted to cabbage
The money relax me
My mom and them happy
I bought them a mansion
I still rock the fitted
But I don't be cappin'
These camouflage denim like I just went campin'
They still can't believe that I made it they happy
I been gettin' money before I was rappin'
I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors
No pleadin'
Arraignment ain't takin' no charges
My young n***a's solid
I know that he got me
He keep his mouth closed
I'ma buy him a foreign
Penthouse hotel suite whenever we're tourin'
How foreign my tint is
I still rock the Jordan
Packin' out shows
Love my fans they important
And I'm still in the trap
In the hood like a motor
Spend thousands on fragrance
She f**kin' my odor
I just started rappin'
I made me some millions
Man shout out Atlanta
I'm runnin' my city
These bracelets came healthy
They cost me a fifty
I leveled it up
I've been handlin' business
Gettin' twenty a night
Every day different city
I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys
This the big one boy
This not the Jubilee Jubilee
I got Gunna with me
Rockin' vlone
Supreme
Yeah yeah
You n***as bogus
I see the imposers
I used to sell yola
Trap on Motorolla
Spittin' these vocals
Labels think I wrote it
Slippery wet paints
The coupes are candy coated
Just left the bank
I need a bag to hold this
The streets like a farm
'Cause all we ride is horses
Let my face tell it
We done made a fortune
I'm ridin' with my dawg
And he ain't gotta question
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