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clika one – beltfed كلمات اغاني

[romero the lobo:]
yea, it’s that rip_gut sh_t !
that locc to the brain sh_t !
that mothaf_ckin machine gun funk !
this that mothaf_ckin beltfed sh_t !
g_money watch this here, come on homeboy

beltfed, beltfed (beltfed x8)
that belt fed sh_t, believe that
don’t get it twisted
yeah
don’t get it twisted
yeah,yeah,yeah

chorus:
when we spit like full metal jackets
out a fully automatic mac_uzi
constantly shootin
bullets slide through you
constantly shoot you
bullets ride through you
when i pull it right to you
yeah
when we pick up thе automatic
kick up the static and start blasting
leave’еm in a casket
body in the cast then
body in the casket
verse 1
romero from the clik to the dot to the 1
we could run up in the spot put my glock in the tounge
have the neighbors reporting they heard shots from a gun
cops gonna come
think i give a f_ck if i’m off in a run?
(nah)
hit the corner with the glock c_cked
heated up on hot rocks
l!cking up the block
hit’em up in the mothaf_ckin soft spot
at the wrong place at the wrong time
and this sh_t would just pop out
i’m in the middle of a hot box
with my dawg blowing up the dro
romero the lobo i’m known for rolling up the whole zone
we could hit it till it’s all gone
(homegrown)
my sh_t is just all bomb
take it back to the days
showing sacks of the haze
shooting straps
and they scr_pped out the pavement
take it back to booth where i stacked up my loot
in the 7_0_deuce on the east side of vegas
where the mothaf_ckin g’s drop, on the haters
where my dawgs pop, on the haters
leave a mothaf_cka dead and disabled
bullet holes through his dome will they pray to the dead though
i don’t ever say never the lobo willingly never
will ever pick up the pistol and get bucked
i’mma tell you right now
i ain’t no mothaf_ckin punk
can’t n0body ever say they ran through me
popping out the mouth like a automatic uzi
“what you about?”
“i’m ’bout wrecking these tracks!”
and have whatever is left
it’s what i left in the aftermath
making your lungs collapse
figured you just cuffed the rap?
f_ck nah i’m putting vegas up on the map
putting hands on, they backin out
(y’all other mothaf_ckas ain’t f_cking with that!)
i’m from the 5_0_5 double_8 live
i could tell you a b_tch when i look in the eyes
cus i took you by surprise took your mothaf_ckin life
(gotd_mn this mothaf_ckas dangrous!)
the lobo spit clips fulla ammo
for claiming dinero
romero the mero i got the heaviest metal i spit lava
hot as artillery action
ain’t ever seen nothing that packing me out like
chorus: x2
when we spit like full metal jackets
out a fully automatic mac_uzi
constantly shootin
bullets slide through you
constantly shoot you
bullets ride through you
when i pull it right to you
yeah
when we pick up the automatic
kick up the static and start blasting
leave’em in a casket
body in the cast then
body in the casket

it’s hot as a mothaf_cka up in this booth
but imma go ahead and let y’all mothaf_ckas gain your composure back
before i mothaf_ckin drop this sh_t
c’mon

verse 2:
romero from the clik to the 1
on the block with the gang
heard a shot from a gauge
getting levas for their watch and them rings
what you think you could walk around flossing that chain mothaf_ckas wonder why they get caught in the rain
robbed for their rims and their tires and their pockets and thangs
that’s the sh_t and yall b_tch
right sitting on bricks i was left as a frame when they bought us through the rib cage
(let me show’em that he b_tchmade) always wanna see his kids on the kids days
now he’s thinking that he’s card cus he lifts weights
caught him slipping on the 4th on a different way
ringing

what’s crackin’?
ay, ese i just ran out of bullets on some vatos
i’m on my way to get you

verse 3:
when i pick up the pistol i launch missle on topics
think we playing games mothaf_ckas dead but i’m not
guns pop
it’s in the drugs that make emilio go nuts
cuz when the guns bust

- clika one

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