Belly

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They said they want glitz and the glamour
 I said yeah but have you ever had a spliff with a scammer
 Phone gets rung bare times like a ladder
 My life was mad but it keeps getting madder
 Ya girl get daggered
 No Sneakbo
 When I been around I leave a Mark like Peep Show (Ha!)
 It ain't deep though
 I just breathe smoke
 Now I got a steak in the game like a T-bone
 Came so easy, my guys greezy
 Stay so steezy
 Room stays steamy (Jeez)
 Came with my friends like Phoebe (Aye)
 Please G
 It can get peak, so please don't tease me
 I was in the back street
 Now I'm in the back seat
 Rolling up tings like I needed a fat sleep
 Backed this buck fast
 So I get fucked fast
 Buck three twenties like I just chuck darts
 Always tryna wile out
 So I'll pull a pile out
 Couple of squares
 Like you pulled a tile out
 Your so mad cause us man the style now
 Tryna hit the target, you man a mile out
 Couldn't believe my luck
 We drop the tunes and get love
 Pull up to the party so drunk
 Let's 'ave it, I'm in the mood to get fucked!
 I said, it's getting hot in here like Nelly (Uh-huh)
 Stepped in the club like the first scene of Belly (Yo)
 Hype is alive like dead news on the telly
 I'm sipping on Henny my team come in heavy (Woo!)
 We on a heist like De Niro
 Empty the clip, I got many flows
 Put that money in the bag I ain't playing, yo
 And that tab on my tongue got me saying, Woah!
 Grilling that piff to some jungle
 You can call me bare pills (Woo hoo!)
 Give me a moment I just need to park up my spaceship
 Late shift, another one cause another life just ain't it (Nah)
 We came to blow your bass bins (Uh-huh)
 Do some blow and make hits, Uh! (Woo hoo!)
 Do I look like I need space on your playlist?
 Look at the ting that I came with (Woah!)
 I'm spinning around like a dubplate
 My team keep on winning
 We don't have to practise
 Practise makes paper, that's already past this
 So fuck it
 Team keep on winning, we don't have to practise (Uh oh!)
 Practise makes paper, that's already past this (Yeah)
 So fuck it, Uh!
 Yeah we gained XP, Yeah we levelling up
 Like a SSD, She backing it up
 Come through see me, and we're loving it up
 What's more and more, yeah racking it up (Yeah)
 Throwing it up, coughing it up
 Need a hundred G's yeah, can't get enough (Eh)
 On the 1s and 3s, kick patterning up (Yo)
 Like ABCs, it's easy enough, yeah
 Yo, mixdown in an instant
 Yeah, quick-fire and you missed it
 Eh, god gifted, we lifted
 Yeah, yeah we bump and we shift it
 Eh, Check me, I'm persistent
 Yeah, rolled up and we twist it
 Eh, high speed when we drifting
 Yeah, we bring the sound, no resistance (Yeah, yo)
 It's sickening, It's Lucius
 Imma nuance
 Imma do this
 It's the new shit (Yeah, yo)
 SB SB, Aye, Yeah, with the movement
 It's groovy
 Imma rude kid (What?)
 It's intuitive
 It come easy
 Easy peezy
 Lemon squeezy (Woo!)
 Get out the way, yeah
 Please excuse me!
 Aye, loud smoke fill up my lungs
 Woah, drop that tab on my tongue
 On stage or out in the rave (Aye)
 Find man right at the front
 Don't know where I'm from
 So I spend time in the dance, feel love
 Beautiful people, different frequencies
 Living as one
 Life's a daze
 I'm still here so
 I'm amazed
 Smoking haze
 Everyday
 That's the way that I live, I won't change (No way)
 On top where the bass bins bop
 Full speed, yeah mans going nonstop
 Don't give a fuck if you think I'll flop
 That mentality don't do lots, nah
 Aye, light as a feather
 Whatever the weather
 We smoking that cheddar (Mmm!)
 These man are just fed up
 Stuck in the matrix
 Imma do better
 Yeah, Imma go far
 Wise man once said
 Aim for the stars
 Shoot for the moon (Yep!)
 Heard that too
 So I set off on the path I chose, Woah!
 

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Duration
03:56
Key
1
Tempo
132 BPM

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