Yung Mal - Like Belly lyrics

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Yung Mal - Like Belly lyrics

[Intro] [?], hm f*ggot ass cops won't [?] Runnin' all them red lights, smokin' weed, ni**a fu*k you Yeah (JCabz) [Chorus] Iceberg, but I live my life like Belly Runnin' red lights, make the police come and catch me Can't drop a dime on a ni**a, ain't tellin' Only got the brain from the b*tch, but she ready Fat booty b*tch like Keisha Just like a rasta keep rollin' that reefer Boy talkin' too much, he got killed while we eatin' Don't got money, why the fu*k is you speakin'? If you ever try me, gotta make odds even Overkill me a ni**a, keep shootin', he not еven breathin' Seen a fu*k ni**a straight rat on his peoplе He need his ass whooped, man, somebody beat him Somebody get rubberbands 'cause I need 'em Count the money, stack it up by the even Trap gon' beat that b*tch in like a speaker Her pussy got water, that sh*t Aquafina [Verse] I went through hell, pull off in a Demon So much sh*t, man, a young ni**a seen it So much jewelry on me, I'm cold, anemic Came from the dope poor, pull up in a Lamborghini Straight up out the mud, ten thousand for the feature Tryna run from the choppa, he must be a cheetah My partner my brother, we rockin', no beefin' No money, no hoe, can't never come between it Got twenty by the kilo like my ni**a Lil Tweezy b*tch gon' dry that pack wetter, Tuskeegee Take a loss, get that sh*t back, ain't then repeat My dawg in the box, they seen me on TV Block hot, we give a fu*k 'bout the police Lil Adam, he silent, that boy want my codeine He told the police he don't even know me They let us go free [Chorus] Iceberg, but I live my life like Belly Runnin' red lights, make the police come and catch me Can't drop a dime on a ni**a, ain't tellin' Only got the brain from the b*tch, but she ready Fat booty b*tch like Keisha Just like a rasta keep rollin' that reefer Boy talkin' too much, he got killed while we eatin' Don't got money, why the fu*k is you speakin'? If you ever try me, gotta make odds even Overkill me a ni**a, keep shootin', he not even breathin' Seen a fu*k ni**a straight rat on his people He need his ass whooped, man, somebody beat him Somebody get rubberbands 'cause I need 'em Count the money, stack it up by the even Trap gon' beat that b*tch in like a speaker Her pussy got water, that sh*t Aquafina

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