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500 Belt (Explicit) - Erk Tha Jerk/Y.B.
Ya ya I'm on it
Break it down roll it
The honey I put on
It got you feeling good don't it
She said I can get it all
She cannot control it
If she ain't got no money younging
I don't even want it
I don't do halfway
Don't know her whole name
I am in no rush
And know the whole damn
Sold her in coc*ine
Heater for pot hole
No I don't picture
But keep a knock in my sock drawer
No I don't pick it
I got a key for the lock door
Some kush in the red bone
And spot on the top floor
Burner on me
'Cause the good die young as f**k
No half stepping
Got a compass for the run up
30 for the 35
Cupid ni**a loaded
I'm the fliest thing alive
Brim way down
Never let them see me eyes
Real niggas live forever
I ain't scared to die
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
In the club jays on
F**k a hard bottom
Ni**a acting hollywood
It's like the star out him
2 hoes at a common
We all lounging
That's word of mouth
Can't help but talk bout him
You ain't nothing
But a guppy with the sharks round him
She ain't nothing
But a penny in a water fountain
Pretty face but the a** way meaner
Than my last girl
Sorry but the grass way greener
City on my shoulders
No back pain
Ace them up like vanem
But the crack game
I'm a shoot the 10 to 4
Backbelt
You all claim middle man
To get slapped up a little more
Try to play me for a sucker
I had to let them know
Where that came from
Boy it's plenty more
Never catch me slipping
I be on my tippy toes
Ni**a like the way
Here we go
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Riding through the hood
By my motherf**king self
Got a 6 shot 38 under my gucci belt
And my 38 remind me
I don't need nobody else
Got a b**ch so hot
She will make a ni**a melt
Pick yourself up boy
They say we living
In hell well call me hellboy
I spend my nights running
From the elroys
Need to go home
But I got sh*t to sell boy
Imperial hoody
Imperial hot
How this ni**a out
My theory exact
Throw your iphones out
That's series the facts
Little mama take notes
She hearing the mac
And everyone
That visited my pad know
I go to sleep
And wake up with bad hoes
Count money with my eyes closed
Earth
That's murder she wrote
Drive slow
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
Drive round the hood
By my motherf**king self
50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt
