Belly - Clean Edit lyrics

I-I’ll be a good little boy, I promise. Just let me back Uh, this sh** is stereotypical Blame rap, yeah, very original I am not holy or spiritual You bein’ overly critical Media throwin’ subliminals They wanna make this political Y’all put the “an*l” in an*lytical Reportin’ the truth is a miracle these days and we need the proof Wait, this sh**s a phenomenon Middle finger in the air, hair down and I’m feelin’ like Chaka Khan Through the fire, no babylon Only villain in the Comic-Con Poppin’ M’s all night, Shyamalan If she’s a ten, then she get the dick, she might just get the decathlon My lick is darker than the NecroComicCon Sprinkle molly like it’s parmesan Raised in the jungle, no Amazon Shoulda booked me during Ramadan Soccer moms, I’m sorry you left with your ovaries tramautized But, I’m ’bout to give you a reason to overly dramatize ‘Cause I never apologize, unless there’s tears on my mama’s eyes And I just checked, my mama’s fine Please don’t provoke me, I come alive All this attention is all over censorship I want some Grammys and y’all didn’t mention sh** Nominated for an Oscar, but you wanna stick to the negatives, I see the picture Shout out CP24 Do people even watch TV anymore? My only fear is bein’ poor They fear me in the Forbes They gon’ hear me on these tours, for sure Ooh, wait, this sh** feel just like a witch hunt f** hoes, tits, a**, b**h, c*nt Got a slick tongue How crazy is it I’m the rich one? How crazy is it that you’re so mad? When they hear these verses from they own dad When I do it, why’s it so bad? Oh well, can’t tell, I’m so glad You know what the f** I do with a notepad f** outta here, let’s go