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letra de belt 2 booty - a2p fred

[intro]
(oof)
(yeah)
ayo ex-nine
(one time)
why they don’t trust ’em?

[verse 1]
my foot on a n-gga neck, it gotta stay there (stay there)
i ain’t sparing sh-t, tell that p-ssy to get his weight up (get his weight up)
plug throw me whatever i need, i got my face up (my face up)
i can tell when a n-gga ain’t really like that, he just playin’ tough
cut the seal on the bag, smell like somebody pooted (pooted)
all 2025 i’m putting belt to booty (belt to booty)
please keep that f-ck n-gga from ’round me, he act like a groupie
i’m bussin’ the plays, studio 20 away, i’m shifting and maneuvering
you see what’s on my arm, do it look like i got left off “bad and boujee”?
told my plug just drop that sh-t off on me, don’t worry ’bout how i’m movin’ it
all this motion got f-ck n-ggas scratchin’ their head like, “how the f-ck he do it?” (how?)
re-up on a whole bunch of plates, i won’t spend a f-ck thing ’til i run through ’em
i just bought some ducks for cheap, i don’t let ’em go for cam newton
i can’t lie this sh-t so motherf-ckin’ cheap, i’m d-mn near givin’ it to ’em
i can’t lie she freaked out, want me to beat that d-ck and feed it to her (feed it to her)
on my way right now, i’m playing that sza, that’s my creepin’ music (that’s my creepin’ music)
i’m so f-cked up ’bout my dawgs, i’m doing whatever they need me to (whatever they need me to)
my girl like “don’t bond n0body else out of jail,” i’ma sneak and do it (shh, sneak and do it)
tell every f-ck n-gga go with his move, you free to do it
consequence, your people in all black, singing jesus music
[chorus]
my foot on a n-gga neck, it gotta stay there (stay there)
i ain’t sparing sh-t, tell that p-ssy to get his weight up (get your weight up)
plug throw me whatever i need, i got my face up (my face)
i can tell when a n-gga ain’t really like that, he just playin’ tough (woo, woo, woo)
my foot on a n-gga neck, it gotta stay there (stay)
i ain’t sparing sh-t, tell that p-ssy to get his weight up
plug throw me whatever i need, i got my face up (my face)
i can tell when a n-gga ain’t really like that, he just playin’ tough

[outro]
cut the seal on the bag, smell like somebody pooted
all 2025 i’m putting belt to booty
please keep that f-ck n-gga from ’round me, he act like a groupie
i’m bussin’ the plays, studio 20 away, i’m shifting and maneuvering

- a2p fred

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