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Belt Line Lyrics


Marlo Belt Line




[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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