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letra de belly of the beast - kill isa

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[verse 1]

i hit my lawyer up come beat another case
get it how you live in gettin it day to day
hand in hand ain’t no credit i need cash
take sum from me & let you get away sh-t i’ll b d-mned
claimed to be a man seen me in the streets & that boy ran
you ain’t want no problem you should’ve never bit my hand
we in texas b-tch we do not tolerate that sh-t
i swear these n-gg-s ain’t living what they spit
you ain’t sold no ye, you wasn’t getting it off the rip

i woke up this morning feeling devilish
i’m eating rappers like they was some deviled eggs

i’m so f-ckin fresh my money comes from the street
& its long live bankrolll not rest in peace

[chorus]

i smoke so much that i think that i caused global warming
put a few scents up in the air that sh-t don’t harm me
i’m smoking gas, you can’t get that, is so exclusive
i’m mixing oil with minute maid, it’s so polluted
& im flaunting with my new b-tch
i’m surrounded by these dead men, am i anubis?
i get rowdy just like piper
you’ll get smoked but with no lighter
streets on fire you can’t fight em
el chapo playin where’s waldo man you can’t find em
where’s the dope man you can’t find it

[verse 2]

i’m laughing at the past bc the present so precious
i got family out in cali & in texas i’m connected
these suckas im subtracting & money im adding
ballin out just like madden
don’t speedball i’m not an addict
my bullsh-t i’m back at it
i’m going back to bad habits
they tried to give me a chair bc they say they can’t stand me
i just might fly back to cali
or should i go to atlanta
i’m getting ghost danny phantom
shots at the face better land em

i came in the game with some ill intentions i was sickening
hatin, keepin my name in their mouth it taste bittersweet
if he don’t pay my money then i’m coming at your door halloweeen trick or treat

[chorus]

i smoke so much that i think that i caused global warming
put a few scents up in the air that sh-t don’t harm me
i’m smoking gas, you can’t get that, is so exclusive
i’m mixing oil with minute maid, it’s so polluted
& im flaunting with my new b-tch
i’m surrounded by these dead men, am i anubis?
i get rowdy just like piper
you’ll get smoked but with no lighter
streets on fire you can’t fight em
el chapo playin where’s waldo man you can’t find em
where’s the dope man you can’t find it

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