Testo Bobby Brown - Belly
Testo della canzone Bobby Brown (Belly), tratta dall'album Mumble Rap
Yeah
Hello
Yeah
Yeah
Fighting for the 98, now I'm in that 2 percent (True)
Flashbacks to '02, R. Kelly in the news again (Oh)
Hopin' this confusion ends, I can't afford to lose again (No)
Real life, no Superman, that's why the villains usually win
They just want our soul so I get home and pop some Lutheran (Yeah)
Trappin' on a Sunday, dirty looks from all the Lutherans (Uh)
Check my net worth (Woo), I don't need the network (No)
I'm burning holes in my thousand dollar sweatshirt
Turnin' hoes into thousand dollar experts (Yee)
If you hatin', suck a dick until your neck hurt (Do it)
She on that Bobby Brown (Yeah), I'm coppin' new editions (Yeah)
Devil tried to buy my soul but it's
Too expensive (It's really expensive)
Uh, she said that money was a new religion (Bitch)
Uh, paper multiplyin', we don't do
Division (Not that kind of division)
I used to ride the bus without a bus pass
Now I tell a bitch to ride the mustache (Haha, La)
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, I'm coppin' new editions
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive (Too expensive)
Lately, I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive (Yeah)
Lately, I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin' (She on that Bobby Brown)
I'm way too old for new love, I'm chasin' new bucks (Yee)
Plus my heart too cold for nupuck, you hoes should suit up (Suit up)
Swear this shit is like a new drug and I'm the new plug (Pablo)
Flow so dope that you could shoot up, stay low or move up (Yeah)
And my drop shit pop, I'm too clutch, I'm takin' too much
Pull up with that pom-pom, who been gassin' you up? (Uh)
Bitch, you supposed to hold me down, what's been holdin' you up?
Either way, I don't give two fucks, you ain't worth two nuts (I don't)
Sal told me so much (Woo), Diddy told me no rush (Yeah)
No love, sorry Puff, I'm in Ferraris doin' donuts (Yee)
This feelin' got me so numb, X.O. the clique they won't touch
Yeah, MCM can't touch the water, he might fuck his gold up (Haha)
Hold up, there's love inside this styrofoam cup
I been runnin' through your mind and
That's what fucked my soul up (Gang)
Smokin' like I ain't got no lungs, I started so young
College bitches goin' so dumb, suck my dick
Like no gums (She on that Bobby Brown)
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, I'm coppin' new editions
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive (Too expensive)
Lately, I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin'
She on that Bobby Brown, I'm coppin' new editions
Devil tried to buy my soul, my shit was too expensive (Yeah)
Lately, I ain't been myself but you can't tell the difference
Now my shit hittin', I'm the one you missin' (She on that Bobby Brown)
Credits
Writer(s): Khaled Khaled, Norman Simon, Ahmad Balshe, Benjamin Diehl, Czeslaw Niemen
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Disclaimer:
i testi sono forniti da Musixmatch.
Per richieste di variazioni o rimozioni è possibile contattare
direttamente Musixmatch nel caso tu sia
un artista o
un publisher.