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letra de belt line - marlo

[intro]
cook that sh-t up, quay
drew home

[verse 1]
glock, say what? and you was a lil cub in the trenches (p-ssy)
and i was real bear, and you couldn’t even come up in that jungle
n-gga, i lived there, i’m seventy-five with them dirty birds
me and [?] still be in the trap, we sleep on them curbs, yeah
bowen homes was a war zone, and kids run in clutchin’ on some [?] but that man [?]
and i done did a four in four ways, i done got paid in four days
breaking grams down, breaking pounds down, i’d do anything to get the cash now
at seventeen you know i was a lil beast but i’m the man now
man i’m servin’ the whole city, gettin’ off pack, ya dig what i’m sayin’ now?

[chorus]
d-d-d-d-d-dior shoes, louis v my belt, yeah
strap below my waist, and i ain’t asking for no help
you play ’em right i’ll scr-p left, i put them bodies on my belt, dawg
i put them bodies on my belt, dawg
d-d-d-d-d-dior shoes, louis v my belt, yeah
strap below my waist, and i ain’t asking for no help
you play ’em right i’ll scr-p left, i put them bodies on my belt, dawg
i put them bodies on my belt, dawg

[verse 2]
switching lane to lane, throwin’ the perc, i’ll send more game, yeah
i put that money off for a rainy day, but it ain’t rained yet
and head lost a hundred thousand but he done bounced back
and drew just came back, got a fat b-tch singin’ the same song
[?] one gang, so we supposed to flip
and we still walk around with a tec, keep my foot on these n-gga’s neck
i ain’t gonna give a n-gga no bread, these n-ggas ain’t give me no help
n-ggas wanna run so then i left, yeah
n-ggas wanna run so then i left, yeah
we treat them bodies like trophies, putting these b-tches on shelves, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah

- marlo

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