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lirik lagu drilla d rose, skeezy g & j mob - belt to ass

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[intro: drilla d rose]
ayy, this that drill sh~t, you feel me? (skrrt, skrrt)
b~tch, otf, we strapped heavy (bang, bang)
skeezy, j~mob, let’s get it (woo!)

[chorus: drilla d rose]
belt to ass, spray that b~tch, no missin’ (pow, pow!)
f~ck around, get hit, we ain’t playin’, no dissin’ (brrt, brrt!)
run up, get wet, ain’t no talkin’ (grrah!)
f~ck a snake hoe, she fold when we walkin’ (snakes!)
glock in my lap, keep that sh~t c~cked (c~ck!)
slide through the block, put a hole in his top (bang!)
no love here, just hate in these streets (huh!)
f~ck a b~tch, only trust my heat (bang, bang!)

[verse 1: skeezy g]
catch a opp lackin’, put a belt to his ass (brrah!)
shooters with me, we gon’ make that sh~t last (last!)
run up on him, no talk, just action (skrrt!)
b~tch, you know how we do, no fraction (none!)
fake n~ggas fold, they don’t want no smoke (smoke!)
keep that chopper tucked, ready to blow (pow!)
f~ck with my dawgs, you gon’ catch that clip (clip!)
we ridin’ deep, let that motherf~cker rip (rip!)

[chorus: drilla d rose]
belt to ass, spray that b~tch, no missin’ (pow, pow!)
f~ck around, get hit, we ain’t playin’, no dissin’ (brrt, brrt!)
run up, get wet, ain’t no talkin’ (grrah!)
f~ck a snake hoe, she fold when we walkin’ (snakes!)
glock in my lap, keep that sh~t c~cked (c~ck!)
slide through the block, put a hole in his top (bang!)
no love here, just hate in these streets (huh!)
f~ck a b~tch, only trust my heat (bang, bang!)
[verse 2: j~mob]
strapped with that 223, ain’t no cap (cap!)
shooters on deck, ready to snap (snap!)
fake friends switch, they a d~mn rat (rat!)
i been gettin’ money, no time to chat (chat!)
hit the trap, then we slide to the crib (skrrt!)
put that belt to ass, leave him stiff (dead!)
ain’t no chillin’, we move like that (like that!)
f~ck a snitch, i’ma keep my gat (bang!)

[outro: drilla d rose & skeezy g]
yeah, we ridin’ out, otf ’til we die (til we die!)
f~ck opps, send shots, let that chopper fly (fly!)
belt to ass, that’s the motto in these streets (streets!)
ain’t no love, only k!llers bringin’ heat (heat!)
slatt! bang! skrrt!


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