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de la hoya - belly lyrics

[intro: gucci mane & belly]
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[verse 1: belly]
the way you thought that i’ma have to put an apr*n on you (dude)
these silly b*tches really love you, so they hatin’ on you (haha)
then i’ma pull up early mornin’ with the latest for you (with the latest)
i bet they jealous, ’cause they can’t afford you (it’s true)
i pack that what*you*might*call*it, i’m ballin’ every summer (ayy)
now tell me what the f*ck you want, i’ll buy you every color (yeah)
she love stuntin’ on you b*tches, how petty of her (she petty)
you know we both go out and get it, so we get each other (we do)
okay, my brain fried, lungs sore (pff, pff)
you pull up, we started f*ckin’ at the front door (pff, pff)
you different, i had b*tches by the fourteen (fourteen)
now it’s clear why i only need a one*four
i had your p*ssy screamin’ “encore” (encore)
movin’ with the work, like you on tour (on tour)
back to cali’ with the birds, condor (brr)
don’t you come around me if you aren’t sure, i just want more
[chorus: belly & gucci mane]
car note rent, i paid it for you (paid it for you)
wrist, neck, decorated for you (decorated for you)
you was late seven hours and i waited for you (b*tch, i waited for you)
i’ma beat the p*ssy up, do the de la hoya (go)

[verse 2: gucci mane]
p*ssy so good, couldn’t wait to call you (call)
made me beat that p*ssy up, do the de la hoya (what?)
rich s*x across the house, f*ckin’ in the foyer (what?)
p*ssy so good, it make you have to call the lawyer (d*mn)
make you put her on the payroll, like you her employer (huh)
he can’t afford to ball himself, so how he gonna spoil her? (wow)
on the weeknd, i get cash, you know i f*ck with belly (belly)
these n*ggas snitchin’ from the jail, watch what you tell your celly (woo)
she want some thug love, i guess she think i’m makaveli (mak’)
but i’ma mak’, gave her a stack, and a peanut and jelly (well, d*mn)
these b*tches racin’ for that fetti, mario and dreadie (go)
long as i get my money’s worth, you know big gucci petty (it’s gucci)

[chorus: belly]
car note rent, i paid it for you (paid it for you)
wrist, neck, decorated for you (decorated for you)
you was late seven hours and i waited for you (b*tch, i waited for you)
i’ma beat the p*ssy up, do the de la hoya
[outro: belly]
b*tch, don’t f*ck up my high with your paranoia
don’t f*ck up my high with your paranoia
don’t— don’t f*ck up my high with your paranoia
don’t— don’t f*ck up my high with your paranoia

- belly lyrics

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