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chopz (mi) & babyfxce e - belt كلمات أغنية

[intro: babyfxce e]
yeah (b_tch)
n_gga, if i’m holding my pants up, that means i’m probably using my f_ckin’ belt (yeah, alright)
that b_tch occupied right now
i can’t even—, can’t even keep my f_ckin’ jeans up

[verse 1: babyfxce e]
my pants keep fallin’, that’s because i’m usin’ belt
got your b_tch screamin’ in my room, bro, she could use some help
don’t gotta hire n0body to pop you, i can do it myself
eyeballin’ like a doctor, i ain’t use no scale
two belts on me, mcm or the louis v
her ass fat, she bringin’ fashion back off the truey jeans
huh, i’ma ball for life, i feel like screwly g
ridin’ with a dirty glock like this b_tch squeaky clean
we got into it, but i ain’t gon’ lie, i kinda miss the lean
tris only ‘causе that green sh_t just put my ass to sleep
i ain’t got no b_tch to moan, let me find somebody ass to bеat
before you talk, you gotta know you only gettin’ half of me
she scared of backshots, said, “it feel like you be stabbin’ me”
walkin’ with the chop, bro, i can do that sh_t casually
money in my pocket, bro, i think that i’m addicted to it
i love this part up in the song, she say that i be trippin’ to it
huh, p_ssy good as h_ll, it’s like i slipped into it

[verse 2: chopz]
huh, p_ssy so good, i might trick on it
that n_gga thinkin’ with his d_ck, bro, just put a b_tch on him
it was a standard glock until we slapped a thirty in it
honey pack off the don, ooh, i be hurtin’ b_tches
your baby daddy actin’ up, we quick to grab the switches
demon with the red key, ooh, we finna treat the system
ugh, drinkin’ too much lean, it probably won’t leave my system
ugh, can’t forget my bottle, i’m a rugrat
this b_tch got one time not to swallow, i won’t call back
run up with the ‘k, he sh_tted, man what you call that
miss a b_tch phone call, now she text in all caps
n_ggas cap, call him squidbilly, they wear tall hats
don’t think he ’bout to deebo somethin’, get your ass fapped
cheat on a b_tch before we break up, now she tryna get her backs
i ain’t really into makin’ love, b_tch get off your back
b_tch done got her titties done, she got a big rack
you want the verse and the vid, ooh, that’s a cool rack
[verse 3: babyfxce e]
i called this girl a threat, bro said, “ooh, i’ma use that”
i rap about the sh_t i do, dawg like to use hats
he should’ve wrote books, he like to rap ’bout sh_t that’s make believe
it’s called promethazine, but it got the name because it make you lean
somebody call 1800 it, i think this n_gga laced this beat
you still dependin’ on your b_tch, i think you need to take a seat (huh)
alright, man, i think i need to let it breathe
unc’ spread the word about the work, can’t find no better fiend
she said, “look at my new tat, it start with letter e”
wake up and wipe my eyes with blue hundreds, so it can help me see

[verse 4: chopz]
extra five in the forty_three, you ain’t even peep
walk up to the mic and just black out, i ain’t gon’ think
i got so much sh_t to say, man, i just might overthink
we can go eye for eye and leave him blind ’til he can’t see
lil b_tch cold with the head, i miss lil stink
only za i’m rollin’ up, we don’t smoke no breeze
i ain’t the only chop on the m, we got a few of these
your b_tch like a dumb ass student, all she do is get d’s
i’m like a f_cked up teacher, man, i used to pass out e’s
i don’t need to put no bag on your head, gang crash for free
i only like to sip dirty cups, i need to drink some bleach

[outro: chopz]
b_tch, walk, strike

- chopz mi babyfxce e

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