Belly (Explicit)
Lil Baby, Gunna"Belly (Explicit)" is a song by Lil Baby, Gunna, released in 2018 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:55 long and contains 154 lines and 725 words.
Lyrics
0:03Hahah
0:07Hey
0:11Ohhh
0:14Run that back
0:14Turbo
0:15Run that back
0:15Turbo
0:16You n***as bogus
0:16I see the imposers
0:17I used to sell yola
0:18Trap on Motorolla
0:20Spittin' these vocals
0:20Labels think I wrote it
0:22Slippery wet paints
0:22The coupes are candy coated
0:24Just left the bank
0:24I need a bag to hold this
0:25The streets like a farm
0:26'Cause all we ride is horses
0:28Let my face tell it
0:28We done made a fortune
0:30I'm ridin' with my dawg
0:30And he ain't gotta question
0:32I got a b***h like Keisha off of Belly
0:34Police got dogs and they can't even smell me
0:35Keep me a cup
0:36I got a lean belly
0:38Twentys on me I call 'em green relish
0:40Balmain my jeans
0:40If not they embellished
0:42Too many vibes
0:42They think I'm R Kelly
0:44P H in the sky
0:44We got 'em already
0:46P J in the sky and I don't wanna land it
0:48Creepin' at night
0:48The vlone bandit
0:49I prayed to the sky
0:50And none of this was handed
0:52Worked all my life
0:52And now I understand it
0:54Crawled up like a mouse
0:54But I could never tell it
0:56I got the sweetest sauce like jelly
0:57Try disrespect me
0:58You all get beheaded
0:59I got the drip
1:00They call me Dripavelli
1:01I held him down
1:02That n***a was my celly
1:04F**k you f**k n***as
1:04Never made me heartless
1:06Thank God came and got me
1:07Used to shop at Target
1:08They cut out the coupe before we hit the market
1:09We don't pack our bags
1:10'Cause we gon' shop regardless
1:12Backend I'm back in
1:12Paid up for the party
1:13I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti
1:16Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti
1:17Police's cases
1:18All that we avoidin'
1:19The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy
1:21I shown all my love
1:22I've never been a bully
1:24Got every color
1:24Vlone hoody
1:26Just jumped in the game
1:26And still I ain't no rookie
1:28I got this sauce cream and puddin'
1:30I came with the drip
1:30Got everybody lookin'
1:32Cherish your blessings
1:32Easily could be tooken
1:34Send a front in
1:34It's easy to get a book in
1:36You n***as bogus
1:36I see the imposers
1:37I used to sell yola
1:38Trap on Motorolla
1:40Spittin' these vocals
1:40Labels think I wrote it
1:42Slippery wet paints
1:42The coupes are candy coated
1:44Just left the bank
1:44I need a bag to hold this
1:45The streets like a farm
1:46'Cause all we ride is horses
1:48Let my face tell it
1:48We done made a fortune
1:50I'm ridin' with my dawg
1:50And he ain't gotta question
1:51Yeah cash all my backends
1:52I bought me a Patek
1:54Addicted to cabbage
1:55The money relax me
1:55My mom and them happy
1:57I bought them a mansion
1:57I still rock the fitted
1:58But I don't be cappin'
1:59These camouflage denim like I just went campin'
2:01They still can't believe that I made it they happy
2:03I been gettin' money before I was rappin'
2:05I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors
2:07No pleadin'
2:08Arraignment ain't takin' no charges
2:09My young n***a's solid
2:10I know that he got me
2:11He keep his mouth closed
2:12I'ma buy him a foreign
2:13Penthouse hotel suite whenever we're tourin'
2:15How foreign my tint is
2:16I still rock the Jordan
2:18Packin' out shows
2:18Love my fans they important
2:19And I'm still in the trap
2:20In the hood like a motor
2:21Spend thousands on fragrance
2:22She f**kin' my odor
2:23I just started rappin'
2:24I made me some millions
2:25Man shout out Atlanta
2:26I'm runnin' my city
2:27These bracelets came healthy
2:28They cost me a fifty
2:29I leveled it up
2:30I've been handlin' business
2:31Gettin' twenty a night
2:32Every day different city
2:34I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys
2:35This the big one boy
2:36This not the Jubilee Jubilee
2:37I got Gunna with me
2:38Rockin' vlone
2:39Supreme
2:39Yeah yeah
2:40You n***as bogus
2:40I see the imposers
2:41I used to sell yola
2:42Trap on Motorolla
2:43Spittin' these vocals
2:44Labels think I wrote it
2:46Slippery wet paints
2:46The coupes are candy coated
2:48Just left the bank
2:48I need a bag to hold this
2:49The streets like a farm
2:50'Cause all we ride is horses
2:52Let my face tell it
2:52We done made a fortune
2:53I'm ridin' with my dawg
2:54And he ain't gotta question
2:55Uh
Hahah Hey Ohhh Run that back Turbo Run that back Turbo You n***as bogus I see the imposers I used to sell yola Trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals Labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints The coupes are candy coated Just left the bank I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'Cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it We done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg And he ain't gotta question I got a b***h like Keisha off of Belly Police got dogs and they can't even smell me Keep me a cup I got a lean belly Twentys on me I call 'em green relish Balmain my jeans If not they embellished Too many vibes They think I'm R Kelly P H in the sky We got 'em already P J in the sky and I don't wanna land it Creepin' at night The vlone bandit I prayed to the sky And none of this was handed Worked all my life And now I understand it Crawled up like a mouse But I could never tell it I got the sweetest sauce like jelly Try disrespect me You all get beheaded I got the drip They call me Dripavelli I held him down That n***a was my celly F**k you f**k n***as Never made me heartless Thank God came and got me Used to shop at Target They cut out the coupe before we hit the market We don't pack our bags 'Cause we gon' shop regardless Backend I'm back in Paid up for the party I done came a long way from openin' up for Carti Shades and my bracelets Cartier Carti Police's cases All that we avoidin' The lean in my cup gettin' more and more muddy I shown all my love I've never been a bully Got every color Vlone hoody Just jumped in the game And still I ain't no rookie I got this sauce cream and puddin' I came with the drip Got everybody lookin' Cherish your blessings Easily could be tooken Send a front in It's easy to get a book in You n***as bogus I see the imposers I used to sell yola Trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals Labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints The coupes are candy coated Just left the bank I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'Cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it We done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg And he ain't gotta question Yeah cash all my backends I bought me a Patek Addicted to cabbage The money relax me My mom and them happy I bought them a mansion I still rock the fitted But I don't be cappin' These camouflage denim like I just went campin' They still can't believe that I made it they happy I been gettin' money before I was rappin' I'm ridin' in the Wraith like I play with the actors No pleadin' Arraignment ain't takin' no charges My young n***a's solid I know that he got me He keep his mouth closed I'ma buy him a foreign Penthouse hotel suite whenever we're tourin' How foreign my tint is I still rock the Jordan Packin' out shows Love my fans they important And I'm still in the trap In the hood like a motor Spend thousands on fragrance She f**kin' my odor I just started rappin' I made me some millions Man shout out Atlanta I'm runnin' my city These bracelets came healthy They cost me a fifty I leveled it up I've been handlin' business Gettin' twenty a night Every day different city I just keep puttin' this syrup in my kidneys This the big one boy This not the Jubilee Jubilee I got Gunna with me Rockin' vlone Supreme Yeah yeah You n***as bogus I see the imposers I used to sell yola Trap on Motorolla Spittin' these vocals Labels think I wrote it Slippery wet paints The coupes are candy coated Just left the bank I need a bag to hold this The streets like a farm 'Cause all we ride is horses Let my face tell it We done made a fortune I'm ridin' with my dawg And he ain't gotta question Uh
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