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belly - buc na$ty feat. trizzle lyrics

this for my bad b*tches posin’ for the photos
this for my bad b*tches tryna get that promo
this for my bad b*tches tryna hop in coupes

shawty upgrade from that four door
this for my real n*ggas, tryna
upgrade from lame hoes
hustle 9*5 get that bankroll
hustle on the block get that bankroll
’cause once you get the bag all these hoes turn to jane does
know i get it jumping like kangol
whip colored mango
all these b*tches slidin’ boy, f*ck i need to pay for?
already know my name, f*ck i need to say it for?
and you know i know the game, i don’t need play it tho
nah, i don’t need play it tho
’cause it’s not needed
pick up, shawty on the cam like a demon
get it thrifted i don’t really do the neimans
shawty actin’ ice cold yeah she anemic
trap phone for the hoes boy that sh*t be beepin’
and you know i get her soul when a n*gga eating
girl i ain’t done barely got my feet in
get to swimming in that p*ssy dive in the deep end
ask if i’m her n*gga, well girl it depends
is you down with freaking?
i need it 7 days a week, need it more than weekends
know i’m balling haters tryna play some defense

n*ggas turn to palamalu when they see you palming dollars
i ain’t bothered out the picture i just crop ’em
then i hit they girl up and i hit ’em on the noggin like

get the hunnids then i flip it like reciprocals
graduated but it’s still f*ck the princ*p*l
that’s ya wifey but she suckin’ me and the gang
d*mn she got no princ*p*ls
what you talking ’bout is boring
and it’s more than borderline fictional
two door shawty too thick barely fit that hoe
when i had the leaf boy you couldn’t even hear that hoe
boy these n*ggas grimy, really hate to see it go
shaken not stirred, 007 interpol
posted like bond, free my n*ggas out the ‘celly though
gotta drop the ego boy that sh*t be weighin’ heavy though
like reuben and some fries what i’m eatin’ at the deli hoe
i’m the product boy there’s nothing you can sell me hoe
money spinnin’ in the air like a heli hoe
and if you ain’t shaking ass get the f*ck up out my section hoe
way i’m cutting phd professional
if it’s poppin’ i’ma slide, is it credit or debit hoe
f*ck 12 they said keep the volume to a minimal
we gon’ turn it up until they knockin’ down the door
i’m prolly posted in the whip knockin’ down a hoe

i can hit the stove then i put it in ya belly
think you going home i don’t think we going steady
lean on the pole, ’cause that drank too heavy
i be leanin’ on the pole, ’cause that drank too heavy
i can hit the stove then i put it in ya belly
think you going home i don’t think we going steady
lean on the pole, ’cause that drank too heavy
i be leanin’ on the pole, ’cause that drank too heavy
i can hit the stove then i put it in ya belly
think you going home i don’t think we going steady
lean on the pole, ’cause that drank too heavy
i be leanin’ on the pole, ’cause that drank too heavy

n*ggas turn to palamalu when they see you palming dollars
i ain’t bothered out the picture i just crop ’em
then i hit they girl up and i hit ’em on the noggin like
and i hit ’em on the noggin like

- buc naty feat trizzle lyrics

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