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leather belt - dcg brothers lyrics

[intro]
spank on the beat, hahahaha
leather belt, leather belt, uh (shoo)
leather belt, leather belt, leather belt, uh (shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo)
leather belt, leather* ight (shoo)
we put* (shoo), leather (shoo, shoo), look

[chorus: dcg shun]
we put belt to sh*t, h*ll fights, and switches, we got special sh*t (bah, bah)
ask the eight, they tried to slide on maison, they got left on hits (dead ass)
n*ggas ho’s, they say they be stеpping, put some pep in it
we givе out sh*t*bags, and wheel*chairs, my opps some veterans
i ran it up, saved up half*a*mil, off making catchy sh*t
my homies in the trenches, still sliding, tryna catch a b*tch
[?], you can ask the hood, boy, i been blessing sh*t
i’m giving chains out to all the n*ggas, who put belt to sh*t (leather belt)
[bridge]
leather belt, leather belt, we put belt to sh*t (leather belt)
leather belt, leather belt, we put belt to sh*t (leather belt)
we put belt to sh*t (leather belt), we put belt to sh*t (uh huh, leather belt)
we put belt to sh*t (leather belt, uh huh), we put belt to sh*t (ight, c’mere)

[verse: dcg bsavv]
boy, we spanking sh*t, this that sh*t that you play in the whip
hop out sh*t, lay the belt, and dip
them n*ggas start running, hit gates, and dips (run)
i give his face a lift, they outside now, i’m finna book a trip
you ain’t got no ride? better book a lyft, lil bro dead wrong, ran off on zips (he wrong)
n*ggas ain’t got no [?], when i bring out drama, n*ggas know thats [?]
you could slide through now, n*ggas know i’m there
i was dead broke n*gga, i ain’t got no fears (no fears)
n*ggas got sent off [?], i be shooting this b*tch, like i shoot at deers
his ho tweaked out, got drunk off beers, like a dog, my n*ggas would chop off ears
ooh, i’m tired of shedding tears, my n*ggas gon slide, like we switching gears
i’m going iced out ring, then i’m going [?]
he had f*cked my b*tch, now i’m f*cking his
i do pimp sh*t, i should get me a grill
when i walk spit game, that sh*t give you chills
i love to spit sh*t, i was loving the thrill
get whacked, i don’t need me no liquor and pills (ba, ba, ba)

[chorus: dcg shun]
we put belt to sh*t, h*ll fights, and switches, we got special sh*t (bah, bah)
ask the eight, they tried to slide on maison, they got left on hits (dead ass)
n*ggas ho’s, they say they be stepping, put some pep in it
we give out sh*t*bags, and wheel*chairs, my opps some veterans
i ran it up, saved up half*a*mil, off making catchy sh*t
my homies in the trenches, still sliding, tryna catch a b*tch
[?], you can ask the hood, boy, i been blessing sh*t
i’m giving chains out to all the n*ggas, who put belt to sh*t (leather belt)
[bridge]
leather belt, leather belt, we put belt to sh*t (leather belt)
leather belt, leather belt, we put belt to sh*t (leather belt)
we put belt to sh*t (leather belt), we put belt to sh*t
we put belt to sh*t (leather belt, uh huh), we put belt to sh*t

[verse: dcg shun]
b*tch, lay that belt, i’m yo daddy, we got more bodies then jeffrey (i’m yo daddy)
n*ggas be ho’s, i got 2 switched, i ain’t you, n*gga, l’m dumping (brr)
i’m young and turnt, this ain’t a maybach, boy, this a [?]
humma
they shot off the sprinter, shot off the [?], i f*ck around, finna go buy me a tonka (yeah, i need it)
n*ggas be clowns, runner
if i pay for the head, i’m touching her tonsils
it can be 90 degrees, i’m putting that sh*t on, like i was [?] (put that sh*t on)
my glock, this b*tch cost a frontal
you bought her a wig, i bought me a burner
she keeping her baby, i’m for it, that’s perfect, i love you, i’m finna go buy her some purses (b*tch, i love you)
i used to be buying, glizzies, and he*rs*s, this n*ggas be stealing my verses
i’m [?] with gucci, and [?], but they can’t pay my opps to come to a vs’s (n*ggas dying)
n*ggas gon leave that b*tch, dead and hurt, we give out curses
i wish he would, like a [?] curfews

[bridge]
leather belt, leather belt, we put belt to sh*t (we do)
leather belt, leather belt, we put belt to sh*t (you know that)
we put belt to sh*t (you know that), we put belt to sh*t
we put belt to sh*t (uh, uh huh), we put belt to sh*t (yeah)

- dcg brothers lyrics

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