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letra de belt to azz (intro) - damjonboi

[intro]
hmm

[verse 1]
belt to ass (yeah)
i was boolin’ for a minute, time to hit the gas (skrrt)
in the set, ain’t no swipin’, b-tch, i’m payin’ cash (cash)
cut the dirty b-tches off and left ’em in the past
baby girl say she love me, don’t make me laugh (ha)
how many bodies you done caught? sh-t, don’t even ask
long pipe, zone life, i’m a different breed
used to love you like a brother, now we enemies (f-ck)
the stick got a bunch of legs, it’s a centipede (oh yeah?)
catch him in that drop, do him like he kеnedy
if i die today, i bet thеy gon’ remember me (for real)
i wish b was here so we could pour some hennessy
i got a thick brownskin b-tch in tennessee (okay)
i heard her daddy was the plug, i’m tryna get a ki’ (sh-t)
tell mob press record, watch me transform (sh-t)
n-ggas better check the stats, i never stopped scorin’
haha, sh-t
i heard them n-ggas want smoke, where they at? (where they at?)
i put a b-tch on him, he know that it’s a catch
ducked off, runnin’ up them bands, it’s a flex
last n-gga that tried to make a diss, we put him in a suit
i don’t want no motherf-ckin’ cookie, b-tch, we blowin’ fruit
we ain’t never f-cked with y’all p-ssy n-ggas, tell the truth
you turn into a different n-gga when you in the booth
[interlude]
cappin’-ass n-gga
f-ck wrong with these n-ggas?
i’ve really been out the way, like
just havin’ this sh-t, you see what i’m sayin’?
yeah, you can see who really doin’ this sh-t
really just, really just
actin’ like they doin’ this sh-t
i’ma talk to ’em

[verse 2]
i cut my favorite ho off ’cause she f-cked a lame (f-ck)
i cut some lame n-ggas off for swervin’ in my lane (f-ck)
i seen the opps playin’ my music, man, that sh-t was strange (the f-ck?)
i heard the feds in my hood, just don’t say my name
shoutout to my five-two boys, lil j my twin (my twin)
r.i.p. to mamba, we just tryna win (yessir)
up fin, knock his soul out his f-ckin’ skin
i talked to t–zy, i just wanna see him out the pen’
i get money and go home, life kinda boring (yeah)
got your b-tch throwin’ nick in the newest foreign
all these n-ggas really want my spot, i’m a born star
i just turned his main b-tch into a p-rn star
you ain’t lettin’ no stick off, b-tch, you throwin’ darts
n-ggas dyin’ tryin’ to be like other n-ggas, owen hart (sh-t)
he used to be a good kid, now he a gravedigger
i ain’t talkin’ myplayer when i say i made n-ggas (f-ck)
maybe i should be a— f-ck
maybe i should be a preacher, i done saved n-ggas (okay)
you a ho for real, lettin’ them n-ggas play with you (godd-mn)

- damjonboi

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