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letra de like belly - yung mal

[intro]
[?], hm
f-ggot ass cops won’t [?]
runnin’ all them red lights, smokin’ weed, n-gga
f-ck 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 n-gga, 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 k!lled while we eatin’
don’t got money, why the f-ck is you speakin’?
if you ever try me, gotta make odds even
overk!ll me a n-gga, keep shootin’, he not еven breathin’
seen a f-ck n-gga 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 p-ssy got water, that sh-t aquafina

[verse]
i went through h-ll, pull off in a demon
so much sh-t, man, a young n-gga 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 n-gga 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 f-ck ’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 n-gga, 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 k!lled while we eatin’
don’t got money, why the f-ck is you speakin’?
if you ever try me, gotta make odds even
overk!ll me a n-gga, keep shootin’, he not even breathin’
seen a f-ck n-gga 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 p-ssy got water, that sh-t aquafina

- yung mal

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