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Correct Belt Line Lyrics
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[Intro] Cook that shit up, Quay Drew home [Verse 1] Glock, say what? And you was a lil cub in the trenches (Pussy) And I was real bear, and you couldn't even come up in that jungle Nigga, I lived there, I’m seventy-five with them dirty birds Me and [?] still be in the trap, we sleep on them curbs, yeah Bowen Homes was a war zone, and kids run in clutchin' on some [?] but that man [?] And I done did a four in four ways, I done got paid in four days Breaking grams down, breaking pounds down, I'd do anything to get the cash now At seventeen you know I was a lil beast but I’m the man now Man I'm servin' the whole city, gettin' off pack, ya dig what I'm sayin' now? [Chorus] D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah Strap below my waist, and I ain't asking for no help You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg I put them bodies on my belt, dawg D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah Strap below my waist, and I ain’t asking for no help You play 'em right I’ll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg I put them bodies on my belt, dawg [Verse 2] Switching lane to lane, throwin' the perc, I'll send more game, yeah I put that money off for a rainy day, but it ain't rained yet And Head lost a hundred thousand but he done bounced back And Drew just came back, got a fat bitch singin’ the same song [?] one gang, so we supposed to flip And we still walk around with a TEC, keep my foot on these nigga's neck I ain't gonna give a nigga no bread, these niggas ain't give me no help Niggas wanna run so then I left, yeah Niggas wanna run so then I left, yeah We treat them bodies like trophies, putting these bitches on shelves, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah [Chorus] D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah Strap below my waist, and I ain't asking for no help You play 'em right I'll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg I put them bodies on my belt, dawg D-D-D-D-D-Dior shoes, Louis V my belt, yeah Strap below my waist, and I ain't asking for no help You play 'em right I'll scrap left, I put them bodies on my belt, dawg I put them bodies on my belt, dawg
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