Belly - Belly Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #060 (2018) lyrics
[Belly - Belly Freestyle | LA Leakers Freestyle #060 2018 lyrics]
Paid off the presi I feel like a lobbyist
A Saudi Wahhabi-ist
They struggle to swallow my cockiness
I came back to bruise your esophagus
Head shots, I just body
Shit, she ain't foreign, that's a body kit
If shit is too good to be
True then the outcome is obvious
It prolly is
I'm in California house shoppin'
I remember I was couch hoppin'
Still slippin', still poppin', whoa, fuck
It I ain't never stoppin', no
Yeah they in love with my frequency
She a freak and I need the shit frequently
I got a main bitch
Got a side bitch and I hate 'em both equally
Hakeem 'The Dream' Olajuwon, dapper
Don with the fashion, i'm Dapper Dan
I fly her to Vegas to spend the night
Then she suck my dick at the Hakkasan
Wit' her eyes closed, that's a blind
Date, call it blind faith, 'til my eyes roll
Like a spiral and they dilate while
She gyrates on my gyro
Fire flow, pyro, I snap back, Cairo
Like when Mike said 'thpinal'
I'm the rap black rhino but the batch albino
I know it's so profound
They lost and I won't slow down
Oh yeah my flow so foul, I
Spell studio with no vowels, think
4: 30 in the socal, woke up
Shakin' on the cold towels, broke down
I got nowhere left to go now, I
Got nothin' left to show now, slow down
But they made millions with your whole sound
There must've been enough to go 'round
Man fuck it that's my old
Style so it don't count
Gold crowns, no smiles
Kings and prophets from my hometown
Held me down so I don't drown
I swear the irony is profound
Wish I knew then what I know now, blind trust
Kill for you 'til the nine rust
Wake up just to earn 'til we
Burn and turn to fine dust
And the fuckin' urn is what
Defines us, mind fuck, mine's fucked
Your mind could never do what mine does
Back when Belly couldn't buy lunch
A pill was less than a meal
It kick harder when you
Mix the Hawaiian Punch
I guess this is what I signed
Up for, 3, 2, 1, time's up
A Saudi Wahhabi-ist
They struggle to swallow my cockiness
I came back to bruise your esophagus
Head shots, I just body
Shit, she ain't foreign, that's a body kit
If shit is too good to be
True then the outcome is obvious
It prolly is
I'm in California house shoppin'
I remember I was couch hoppin'
Still slippin', still poppin', whoa, fuck
It I ain't never stoppin', no
Yeah they in love with my frequency
She a freak and I need the shit frequently
I got a main bitch
Got a side bitch and I hate 'em both equally
Hakeem 'The Dream' Olajuwon, dapper
Don with the fashion, i'm Dapper Dan
I fly her to Vegas to spend the night
Then she suck my dick at the Hakkasan
Wit' her eyes closed, that's a blind
Date, call it blind faith, 'til my eyes roll
Like a spiral and they dilate while
She gyrates on my gyro
Fire flow, pyro, I snap back, Cairo
Like when Mike said 'thpinal'
I'm the rap black rhino but the batch albino
I know it's so profound
They lost and I won't slow down
Oh yeah my flow so foul, I
Spell studio with no vowels, think
4: 30 in the socal, woke up
Shakin' on the cold towels, broke down
I got nowhere left to go now, I
Got nothin' left to show now, slow down
But they made millions with your whole sound
There must've been enough to go 'round
Man fuck it that's my old
Style so it don't count
Gold crowns, no smiles
Kings and prophets from my hometown
Held me down so I don't drown
I swear the irony is profound
Wish I knew then what I know now, blind trust
Kill for you 'til the nine rust
Wake up just to earn 'til we
Burn and turn to fine dust
And the fuckin' urn is what
Defines us, mind fuck, mine's fucked
Your mind could never do what mine does
Back when Belly couldn't buy lunch
A pill was less than a meal
It kick harder when you
Mix the Hawaiian Punch
I guess this is what I signed
Up for, 3, 2, 1, time's up