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      Lil Baby

      Album: Drip Harder

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      Lil Baby - Belly Música y Letra

      [Intro: Gunna]
      Ah-ah-ah, hey
      Run that back, Turbo
      
      [Chorus: Gunna]
      You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
      I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
      Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
      Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
      Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
      The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
      Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
      I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question
      
      [Verse 1: Gunna]
      I got a bitch like Keisha off of Belly
      Police got dogs and they can't even smell me
      Keep me a cup, I got a lean belly
      20s on me, I call 'em green relish
      Balmain my jeans, if not, they embellished
      Too many vibes, they think I'm R. Kelly
      PH in the sky, we got 'em already
      PJ in the sky and I don't wanna land it
      Creepin' at night, the VLONE bandit
      I prayed to the sky and none of this was handed
      Worked all my life and now I understand it
      Crawled up like a mouse, but I could never tell it
      I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
      Try disrespect me, you all get beheaded
      I got the drip, they call me Dripavelli
      I held him down, that nigga was my celly
      Fuck you fuck niggas, devil made me heartless
      Thank God, came and got me, used to shop at Target
      They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
      We don't pack our bags 'cause we gon' shop regardless
      Backend, I'm back in, paid up for the party
      I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti
      Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
      Police's cases, all that we avoidin'
      The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy
      I shown all my love, I've never been a bully
      Got every color VLONE hoodie
      Just jumped in the game and still I ain't no rookie
      I got this sauce, cream and puddin'
      I came with the drip, got everybody lookin'
      Cherish your blessings, easily could be tooken
      Send a front in, it's easy to get a book in
      
      [Chorus: Gunna]
      You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
      I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
      Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
      Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
      Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
      The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
      Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
      I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question
      
      [Verse 2: Lil Baby]
      Yeah, cash all my backends, I bought me a Patek
      Addicted to cabbage, the money relax me
      My mom and them happy, I bought them a mansion
      I still rock the fitted, but I don't be cappin' (Skrrt)
      These camouflage denim like I just went campin'
      They still can't believe that I made it, they happy
      I been gettin' money before I was rappin'
      I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors
      No pleadin', arraignment, ain't takin' no charges
      My young nigga's solid, I know that he got me
      He keep his mouth closed, I'ma buy him a foreign
      Penthouse, hotel suite whenever we're tourin'
      How foreign my tint is, I still rock the Jordan
      Packin' out shows, love my fans, they important
      And I'm still in the trap, in the hood like a motor
      Spend thousands on fragrance, she fuckin' my odor
      I just started rappin', I made me some millions
      Man, shout out Atlanta, I'm runnin' my city
      These bracelets came healthy, they cost me a 50
      I leveled it up, I've been handlin' business
      Gettin' 20 a night, every day, different city
      I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys
      This the big one, boy, this not the Jubilee (Jubilee)
      I got Gunna with me, rockin' VLONE, Supreme (Yeah, yeah)
      
      [Chorus: Gunna]
      You niggas bogus, I see the imposers
      I used to sell yola, trap on Motorolla
      Spittin' these vocals, labels think I wrote it
      Slippery wet paints, the coupes are candy-coated
      Just left the bank, I need a bag to hold this
      The streets like a farm 'cause all we ride is horses
      Let my face tell it, we done made a fortune
      I'm ridin' with my dawg and he ain't gotta question (Uh)

      Lil Baby - Belly Música y Letra

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