Make A Toast (Explicit)
Belly"Make A Toast (Explicit)" is a song by Belly, released in 2017 in the Pop genre. The song is 4:21 long and contains 117 lines and 759 words.
Lyrics
0:00作曲 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III
0:00作词 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III
0:01Yeah, five in the morning
0:0280 cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me
0:05I turn the paper into birds call it origami
0:08**** a wave, I'm the whole tsunami
0:10Armani on my body like I know the Gottis
0:128 o'clock in the evening I ain't even ate
0:15Two liter, **** a 4, pour an even eight
0:18Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late
0:19But I always deviate
0:21From the love, players club no Lisa Raye
0:24Two up to need a loan, so I sleep alone
0:26Its steaks for all my dogs to each his own
0:29The type of **** I'm on think I need cologne
0:32To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser's home
0:34I signed a deal off a heartbreak
0:36I was stuck between a rock and a hard place
0:39Now I'm in the barclays
0:40Drinking all of Hov's chardonnays
0:42Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case
0:45Let's make a toast
0:46Toast, yeah
0:50Make a toast yeah
0:51(Yeah) Make a toast
0:55Let's make a toast
0:56Make a toast, yeah
0:57Make a toast
0:59Don't matter what you popping baby
1:00Just pop something
1:01Make a toast (yeah)
1:04Look, hell is hot and only heaven knows
1:09I never sweat, you on forever cold
1:12If you ain't getting paper, hope you taking notes
1:14**** bread, made a loaf, now lets make a toast
1:17Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close
1:20I made my own lane, that's my favorite road
1:22I had to bend the rules just to break the code
1:25I dug myself up out this hole
1:27That's what made me whole
1:28Rolling woods, down in hollywood
1:29Where they pay for souls
1:30Pay in gold, for this label clothes
1:32And these major roles
1:33Woah, if I don't who gon break the mold
1:35No, I swear the paper never made me fold
1:38I disappear in a breath of smoke
1:41Your whole career need a stethoscope
1:44That new album needed life support
1:46*****, you won the battle, couldn't fight the war
1:49Been a week I've been coming down
1:52Maybachs just to run around
1:54They mad I'm styling when I come around
1:57Shoutout to Pun I'm trying to live
1:58I lost a hundred pounds
2:00I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live
2:02Ma-make a toast, yeah
2:05Let's make a toast
2:06Make a toast
2:08Make a toast, yeah
2:09I mean, we can make a toast to that
2:10Yeah
2:11Let's make a toast
2:14Make a toast, yeah
2:15Make a toast
2:16Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G
2:23Yo
2:24Getting caught up with religious bands
2:27I guess I'll never see my distant fam
2:29Or my foreign ***** again
2:30(Switching hands) In the kitchen
2:31Hurt my wrist again
2:32(Different plan)
2:33Wash my pots become a different man
2:35I turn a snowflake to an avalanche
2:38I went and made a milli from a milligram
2:41Hidden hands, Ashley Graham's out the caravan
2:43No more sharing rooms at the Sheration
2:46Game filthy, tried to kill me for a killigram
2:48Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam
2:51Mattress on the floor
2:52I was staring at the ceiling fan
2:54Almost died for this ****, and I'm still a fan
2:57The flow cardiac arrest, why kill 'em
3:00I could give them heart attacks for less
3:02Oh yeah, please pardon my success
3:04Y'all ain't even sick you hypochondriacs at best
3:07Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest
3:10Out of breath like I got a pontiac on my chest
3:12Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh'
3:15No wonder why you never even called back or just text
3:17I get the message tho, run game so professional
3:20Unfazed on your pedestal
3:22One day never came, some day I'mma let it go
3:26Another day another decimal
3:28Day ones, never tell, sundays no confessional
3:31Unchanged in my messy clothes
3:33Im forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows
3:37**** bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast
3:39Toast, yeah
3:41Make a toast
3:44Make a toast, yeah
3:47Make a
3:49Make a toast yeah
3:52Make a toast
3:54Make a toast
4:00Yeah, all of this **** so exaggerated
4:03I mean her ass fat but it's saturated
4:06And now my third eye has been activated
4:09This **** ain't really rap related
4:11They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer
4:14Getting high to reflect
4:15That **** is smoke and mirrors
4:17Wait, just being honest with myself
4:19I'm still doing this ****
4:20Cuz I made a promise to myself
4:21That's real
作曲 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III 作词 : A. Balshe/M. Samuels/A. Ritter/A. Hernandez/T. Williams/D. Schofield/O. Dawson III Yeah, five in the morning 80 cash, meet the plug with the .40 on me I turn the paper into birds call it origami **** a wave, I'm the whole tsunami Armani on my body like I know the Gottis 8 o'clock in the evening I ain't even ate Two liter, **** a 4, pour an even eight Tryna keep the faith, sleeping late But I always deviate From the love, players club no Lisa Raye Two up to need a loan, so I sleep alone Its steaks for all my dogs to each his own The type of **** I'm on think I need cologne To any city I roam, they screaming Caeser's home I signed a deal off a heartbreak I was stuck between a rock and a hard place Now I'm in the barclays Drinking all of Hov's chardonnays Writing bars, in my desperado guitar case Let's make a toast Toast, yeah Make a toast yeah (Yeah) Make a toast Let's make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a toast Don't matter what you popping baby Just pop something Make a toast (yeah) Look, hell is hot and only heaven knows I never sweat, you on forever cold If you ain't getting paper, hope you taking notes **** bread, made a loaf, now lets make a toast Ok, it really means nothing if you make it close I made my own lane, that's my favorite road I had to bend the rules just to break the code I dug myself up out this hole That's what made me whole Rolling woods, down in hollywood Where they pay for souls Pay in gold, for this label clothes And these major roles Woah, if I don't who gon break the mold No, I swear the paper never made me fold I disappear in a breath of smoke Your whole career need a stethoscope That new album needed life support *****, you won the battle, couldn't fight the war Been a week I've been coming down Maybachs just to run around They mad I'm styling when I come around Shoutout to Pun I'm trying to live I lost a hundred pounds I just lost a hundred pounds, I'm tryna live Ma-make a toast, yeah Let's make a toast Make a toast Make a toast, yeah I mean, we can make a toast to that Yeah Let's make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a toast Rest in peace Big Pun, Big L, B.I.G Yo Getting caught up with religious bands I guess I'll never see my distant fam Or my foreign ***** again (Switching hands) In the kitchen Hurt my wrist again (Different plan) Wash my pots become a different man I turn a snowflake to an avalanche I went and made a milli from a milligram Hidden hands, Ashley Graham's out the caravan No more sharing rooms at the Sheration Game filthy, tried to kill me for a killigram Wave healthy, couldn't stop it if you build a dam Mattress on the floor I was staring at the ceiling fan Almost died for this ****, and I'm still a fan The flow cardiac arrest, why kill 'em I could give them heart attacks for less Oh yeah, please pardon my success Y'all ain't even sick you hypochondriacs at best Insomniac is prolly from molly that I ingest Out of breath like I got a pontiac on my chest Cognac on my breath, falling back to prometh' No wonder why you never even called back or just text I get the message tho, run game so professional Unfazed on your pedestal One day never came, some day I'mma let it go Another day another decimal Day ones, never tell, sundays no confessional Unchanged in my messy clothes Im forever cold, hell is hot and only heaven knows **** bread, made a loaf, now let's make a toast Toast, yeah Make a toast Make a toast, yeah Make a Make a toast yeah Make a toast Make a toast Yeah, all of this **** so exaggerated I mean her ass fat but it's saturated And now my third eye has been activated This **** ain't really rap related They couldn't understand so I spoke it clearer Getting high to reflect That **** is smoke and mirrors Wait, just being honest with myself I'm still doing this **** Cuz I made a promise to myself That's real
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