Testo Belly - F.L.O.E
Testo della canzone Belly (F.L.O.E), tratta dall'album Legends Never Live
Back up off me hoe
I go hard until the coffin close
Make her drop it low
The homie trippin he might pop it though
Fly like cockpits woe
When ya pockets grow
Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?)
Aww shit they be plottin' yo
Where my dogs at
Where my where my dogs at
Where my dogs at
Where my where my dogs at
My ambitionz as a ridah
The homie lighting up that fire
And he keep that fire beside em
I told the brodie call me up if there's a problem nigga
If they got problems with you
Trust then they got problems with us
And I put that on the family
They can't stop the kid they gon' have to find a plan B
Drink the Henny to the face no chaser
Shorty think I'm finna chase her?
I'll replace her
In the stu late nights like Letterman
I got em jocking like a letterman
Back up off me hoe
I go hard until the coffin close
Make her drop it low
The homie trippin he might pop it though
Fly like cockpits woe
When ya pockets grow
Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?)
Aww shit they be plottin' yo
Back up off me hoe
I go hard until the coffin close
Make her drop it low
The homie trippin he might pop it though
Fly like cockpits woe
When ya pockets grow
Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?)
Aww shit they be plottin' yo
Where them shorties getting money
Where them shorties at
Where them shorties getting money
Where them shorties at
She hella bad ain't gotta brag
Shorty bout her bag
The type of shorty buy a crib
Shorty fuck a Prada bag
You the type I like
Call me any time of night
You got my number right?
Call me when you need that pipe
I make her fiend pussy clean
I go dumb when I'm in between
Make her cum you should hear the way she scream
Eyes low riding slow sticking to the code
Don't ever walk up on somebody whip that you don't know
Gotta stay up on ya toes 'cause niggaz down to go
In the city of them poles
You could lose ya life for a post
Back up off me hoe
I go hard until the coffin close
Make her drop it low
The homie trippin he might pop it though
Fly like cockpits woe
When ya pockets grow
Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?)
Aww shit they be plottin' yo
Back up off me hoe
I go hard until the coffin close
Make her drop it low
The homie trippin he might pop it though
Fly like cockpits woe
When ya pockets grow
Gotta watch them niggaz (Why F.L.O.E?)
Aww shit they be plottin' yo
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Writer(s): Odera Iloegbunam
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