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lirik lagu designerdon - belt

[songtext zu „belt“]

[intro]
huh (f~ck goin’ on, n~gga), aight
([?]), ha, ha, aight
(y’all know this f~ck goin’) f~ck goin’, n~gga
(p~ssy ass n~gga)
come on, come on (come on, n~gga, [let go of it?])
[smoke?], huh, aight

[verse 1]
i brought me a drink in the [?], we [?] for murder, we go on the block
most of these n~ggas get sent to the [?], when donny pull up, finger f~ckin’ the glock
[blow for the] opps from nine to five (yeah) so murder is my way of punchin’ the clock
the trappers and k!llers bringing it back to the [villains?], my [?] [be lovin’ it raw?]
blowin’ the reaper, get mad with a tweak in the back of the class [trying/i don’t?] argue with teachers
[?] them down when i call mе a creeper, lil’ bro tryna run out the swoosh off the snеakers (the swoosh out the sneakers)
i’m in the field, these f~ck n~ggas ruin the game, [the opp n~ggas?] turn to a streaker (ah, ah)
p~ssyboy hoppin’ the booth just to diss in a song, [the draco?] will turn up your speaker (speaker)
this ain’t no actor scene (no act), we on that [?] we sellin’ pill, so bring that sack to me (bring that sack)
we on that hill, go jack [?] my shoulder jack [?]
just know that grass ain’t never green, i had a b~tch that failed to leave, that lil’ hoe ([?])
body for body, i catch me a homie, he lackin’ [?] we leave him for dead
[?] pop shots while i’m tryin’ to be on the spread (be on the spread)
i’m tryin’ to pop out and show it on one of these n~ggas, i’m plin’ to cut out the head (baow, baow)
tell me to draw [?] the opp n~gga left me on read (left me on read)
all of the b~tches be goin’ they riding my d~ck [?] but f~ckin’ them off
police that call me with [?] whip, had a lot so i started bluffing the [cough?]
[?] lil’ shawty be suckin’ it so
call me a body, the police’s been on my ass, i’m gettin’ these f~ck n~ggas off
[bridge: designerdon & jay klaitz (lester crest)]
(~ring~) well, h~llo, how you doin? how can i help?
[?] get the police off me, guy
can’t handle the heat my friend? okay, leave it with creepy uncle lester
now right back on the drill

[verse 2]
how about the boss in the back of the wheel?
walk over the body confirming the k!ll
need me the perky, the [alco?], the pill
i [?], they scared for the drill
i’m on the block with the crack on the seal
this hot ass glock make a fat n~gga chill (glock)
hot as a sun, lil’ boy can say he can shoot but somehow he whackin’ [?]
lock up [?], ref gon’ call a foul, the moment i go for a steal
([?]) i ain’t even touch that n~gga
i’m tryin’ to [?] in the back of the room with a draco, i pull up and bust at a n~gga (baow, baow)
i’m in the corner like travis hunter, i’m [?], i rushed at a n~gga (rushed at a n~gga)
n~gga be talking, i bang, i pull out the glockl, i ain’t going to fuss with a n~gga

[outro]
we put a belt on all of they ass, we puttin’ belt on all of they ass
i got a belt, swing got a belt, we puttin’ belt on all of they ass
i’m puttin’ belt on all of they ass, i’m puttin’ belt on all of they ass
i got a belt, swing got a belt, we puttin’ belt on all of they ass
dumbass n~gga

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