(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Let this one slide a lil' bit like that
Let's go
Let's go
Woah Woah
Hoe I'm a dog Rottweiler, Lawi ain't nothing like a Shih-Tzu
My weed is exotic it come from an island overseas just like my bitch do
Got like 25 thousand in one of my pockets and 22 thous' in the other one
Cus' I just spent a rack on the tee and a rack on the pants and a rack on the Salomons
Lil' bitch we in quarantine why you trippin'
I got bad bitches all in my mentions
I got like 10 plugs on my Wickr
Why the f*ck should I be sippin' on liquor?
Shorty asked me why the sprite so bitter
Molly on the plate, that's for dinner
Please don't ever hit me up on Twitter, yeah
Switchin' up, Bruce Jenner, yeah
This shit feel like Milan, got the whole thing on lockdown, yeah
All of my bitches they comin' from places where nothin' but the sun out, yeah
Shorty was all in the picture but I don't need scissors for you to get cut out
Now I got all of these bitches they pull up on me and they suck all the cum out yeah
Balenci Balenci Balenci Balenci
If you my slime, then i got time
If you not my slime, then I'm busy
Smiley on my watch don't need a presi'
All the fake ice just gettin' messy
Man I'm so f*ckin' poppin' I don't. need confetti
Rockin' pink, man, like I'm Jesse, yeah yeah
Blue Cheese I spread it out like f*ckin' butter
All these damn checks man you gotta love em
All these damn hoes I could never trust em
Yah, Yah
All these checks I spread em out like f*ckin' butter
All these damn dogs you ain't never loved me
All these damn hoes you can never trust em
(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Goddamn
Lawi
Butterfly on my yankee cap, man that shit be that Gucci
Wasn't ready for me to start sprayin like I went and picked up a motherf*ckin uzi
Boy I'm a feminist need nothing back if I play with her coochie
My bitch in the UFC
She could choke me out
But we kickin' it, Bruce Lee, goddamn
Big band stunna
I got bands for the whole damn summer, yeah
Big blue hunnas
I got girls like Lena Dunham
Bank account lookin' like a phone number
I got a spending addiction like Gunna
Boy I got too much on the way
Might have to go change my number, yeah yeah
File Life
File Life
File Life
(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Aye Belin you killed this shit man
Lawi Not Sorry - No Hook Lyrics
Lawi Not Sorry - No Hook Lyrics
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English
(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Let this one slide a lil' bit like that
Let's go
Let's go
Woah Woah
Hoe I'm a dog Rottweiler, Lawi ain't nothing like a Shih-Tzu
My weed is exotic it come from an island overseas just like my bitch do
Got like 25 thousand in one of my pockets and 22 thous' in the other one
Cus' I just spent a rack on the tee and a rack on the pants and a rack on the Salomons
Lil' bitch we in quarantine why you trippin'
I got bad bitches all in my mentions
I got like 10 plugs on my Wickr
Why the f*ck should I be sippin' on liquor?
Shorty asked me why the sprite so bitter
Molly on the plate, that's for dinner
Please don't ever hit me up on Twitter, yeah
Switchin' up, Bruce Jenner, yeah
This shit feel like Milan, got the whole thing on lockdown, yeah
All of my bitches they comin' from places where nothin' but the sun out, yeah
Shorty was all in the picture but I don't need scissors for you to get cut out
Now I got all of these bitches they pull up on me and they suck all the cum out yeah
Balenci Balenci Balenci Balenci
If you my slime, then i got time
If you not my slime, then I'm busy
Smiley on my watch don't need a presi'
All the fake ice just gettin' messy
Man I'm so f*ckin' poppin' I don't. need confetti
Rockin' pink, man, like I'm Jesse, yeah yeah
Blue Cheese I spread it out like f*ckin' butter
All these damn checks man you gotta love em
All these damn hoes I could never trust em
Yah, Yah
All these checks I spread em out like f*ckin' butter
All these damn dogs you ain't never loved me
All these damn hoes you can never trust em
(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Goddamn
Lawi
Butterfly on my yankee cap, man that shit be that Gucci
Wasn't ready for me to start sprayin like I went and picked up a motherf*ckin uzi
Boy I'm a feminist need nothing back if I play with her coochie
My bitch in the UFC
She could choke me out
But we kickin' it, Bruce Lee, goddamn
Big band stunna
I got bands for the whole damn summer, yeah
Big blue hunnas
I got girls like Lena Dunham
Bank account lookin' like a phone number
I got a spending addiction like Gunna
Boy I got too much on the way
Might have to go change my number, yeah yeah
File Life
File Life
File Life
(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Aye Belin you killed this shit man
Let this one slide a lil' bit like that
Let's go
Let's go
Woah Woah
Hoe I'm a dog Rottweiler, Lawi ain't nothing like a Shih-Tzu
My weed is exotic it come from an island overseas just like my bitch do
Got like 25 thousand in one of my pockets and 22 thous' in the other one
Cus' I just spent a rack on the tee and a rack on the pants and a rack on the Salomons
Lil' bitch we in quarantine why you trippin'
I got bad bitches all in my mentions
I got like 10 plugs on my Wickr
Why the f*ck should I be sippin' on liquor?
Shorty asked me why the sprite so bitter
Molly on the plate, that's for dinner
Please don't ever hit me up on Twitter, yeah
Switchin' up, Bruce Jenner, yeah
This shit feel like Milan, got the whole thing on lockdown, yeah
All of my bitches they comin' from places where nothin' but the sun out, yeah
Shorty was all in the picture but I don't need scissors for you to get cut out
Now I got all of these bitches they pull up on me and they suck all the cum out yeah
Balenci Balenci Balenci Balenci
If you my slime, then i got time
If you not my slime, then I'm busy
Smiley on my watch don't need a presi'
All the fake ice just gettin' messy
Man I'm so f*ckin' poppin' I don't. need confetti
Rockin' pink, man, like I'm Jesse, yeah yeah
Blue Cheese I spread it out like f*ckin' butter
All these damn checks man you gotta love em
All these damn hoes I could never trust em
Yah, Yah
All these checks I spread em out like f*ckin' butter
All these damn dogs you ain't never loved me
All these damn hoes you can never trust em
(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Goddamn
Lawi
Butterfly on my yankee cap, man that shit be that Gucci
Wasn't ready for me to start sprayin like I went and picked up a motherf*ckin uzi
Boy I'm a feminist need nothing back if I play with her coochie
My bitch in the UFC
She could choke me out
But we kickin' it, Bruce Lee, goddamn
Big band stunna
I got bands for the whole damn summer, yeah
Big blue hunnas
I got girls like Lena Dunham
Bank account lookin' like a phone number
I got a spending addiction like Gunna
Boy I got too much on the way
Might have to go change my number, yeah yeah
File Life
File Life
File Life
(Belin be chasin' them bands boy)
Aye Belin you killed this shit man
Writer: Louis Guerpillon
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid