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фотография Hot Totti

Название :

Belly soundtrack

Данные: текст песни / слова песни

Жанры :    hip-hop   ja rule   black child   vita   the murderers   hip-hop   ja rule   black child   vita   the murderers

Видео: Hot Totti -  Belly soundtrack  

Chorus: repeat 2X

I be that chick on the other side, down til I die
When you need me I`ll be there boo, I ain`t gon` lie
Tell wifey I said hi, lick this, give her a kiss
As I, sit back and laugh about the ep she just missed

Verse One:

The chosen one, young lady never shady
Can`t fade me, I`m gettin money
No dummy I`m actin funny, only true
thug niggaz with figures, six oh-oh`s, I love them oh`s
Peep` opposed, so I gotta get mine
The boy is mine, laid up in the whip
Gettin hit, that`s the shit
Leanin to the back, gettin freaky like that
Who`s fuckin with that, a 600 to a Hatch
Catch my flows, hittin you with low blows
Real chick on the side, take em for a long ride
Watchin my flicks, talkin slick
Kickin in doors, with the four-four
Smash you tricks, not your average chick
I cop guns and whips for you whores, mashin
It`s all thugged out, your wife lose your her life

Chorus

Verse Two:

Girl I can`t stand when he ain`t around
He makes me nervous, takin trips out of town
to knock off this weight, but I truly understand
Money`s sweet in Albany he gettin two hundred a gram
God forbid he get locked, or even worse bodied
What the fuck I`ma do, besides him I got nobody
Do he cheat? Probably, so what? I plays the mistress
in a see-through dress, then guess, what`s in the chest
Nothin but gold and diamonds
Young thing, hard to find one
Bobby Brown on the lips, petiteness
Hotness, whoo, I`m talkin slick

Chorus

Verse Three:

Start a new beginnin never endin now I`m spendin
If enemy do`, I got to let you know
I like the taste of moolah, do I have to school y`all?
His and hers mountain bikes, always livin right
My man keeps me tight, dressed in the best
Nothin more nothin less, caressin, blessin never stressin
Laid back fessin, it`s early mornin, break of dawn and
now I`m yawnin, I take a sneak peek
Still how sweet my man creeps in stash box I hear a knock
Who is it? He said Feds, I`m here to visit
I opened the door, he pushed me on the floor
Searchin my house, why them tricks had to run they mouth?
Thangs ain`t like it used to be can`t you see
Bitch ass wannabes wannabe me
To-tti, whatchu gonna do when I come for you?
The same thing you been doin

Chorus
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