Belly - Bobby Brown tekst piosenki (lyrics)

Yeah, hello, yeah

Yeah, fightin' for the 98
Now I'm in that 2 percent
Flashbacks to '02, R kelly in the news again
Hopin' it's confusion
I can't afford to lose again
Real life, no Superman
That's why the villains usually win
They just want our soul
So I get home and pop some Luther in
Rappin' on a Sunday
Dirty looks from all the Lutherans
Check my net worth, I don't need the network
I'm burnin' holes in my
Thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts
If you hatin' suck a dick
Until your neck hurt
She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
But it's too expensive
She said that money was a new religion
Paper multiplyin', we don't do division
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a bitch to ride the moustache

Like Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul-

She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
My shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but
You can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin'
I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
My shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but
You can't tell the difference
Now my shit heavy (I'm the one you missin')

I'm way too old for new love
I'm chasin' new bucks
Plus my heart too cold for nude but
You hoes should suit up
Swear this shit is like a new
Drug and I'm the new plug (Pablo)
Flow so dope that you could shoot up
Stay low and move up
Hear my drop shit pop, I'm too clutch
I'm takin' too much
Pull up with that pom pom
Who been gassin' you up?
Bitch you 'sposed to hold me down
What's been holdin' you up?
Either way I don't give two fucks
You ain't worth two nuts
Sal told me so much, Diddy told me no rush
No luck, sorry puff
I'm in Ferrari's doin' donuts
This feelin' got me so numb, XO the clique
They won't touch
Yeah MCM can't touch the water
He might fuck his gold up hold up
There's love inside this Styrofoam cup
I been runnin' through your mind and
That's what fucked my soul up
Smokin' like I ain't got no lungs
I started so young
College bitches goin' so dumb
Suck my dick like no gums

She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul-

She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
My shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but
You can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin'
I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown
I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul
My shit was too expensive
Lately I ain't been myself but
You can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin'