Listen to Might Not (feat. The Weeknd) by Belly

Might Not (feat. The Weeknd)

Belly

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ahmad Balshe
Ahmad Balshe
Songwriter
Abel Tesfaye
Abel Tesfaye
Songwriter
Ben Diehl
Ben Diehl
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ben Billions
Ben Billions
Producer
Manny Marroquin
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Chris Galland
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Illangelo
Illangelo
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah Yeah Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax cause I've been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll back but All I wanna do is forget about my past and Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smilin' Probably cause I'm faded or I'm chillin' with the fans and Not really the type to let a nigga talk back but Imma let it slide 'cause my niggas too violent Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trappin' Got a couple girls shootin' movies on the mattress Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic Nobody can handle me, I'm gone When the shit's too strong, the night's too long I took too much and I've gone too far And I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not Bitches know, told a ho, "It's different strokes for different folks" Came up out the north, we was playin' with a different snow Took my niggas from the four-one to pacific coast We no longer put no fish scale on the fishin' boat Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke (Liquor, smoke) I know all you bitches want is dick and dough (Dick and dough) Told her, "You don't gotta make it difficult" Baby, sit calm, we don't need another episode Hippy bitches sendin' me titty pictures She told me no religion was the new religion She said she don't believe in God but her shoes Christian I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' hoes fired Why the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink? You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the shit's too strong The night's too long I took too much and I've gone too far And I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not make it I might not make it This time I might not make it I might not ('Cause I've been faded, Lord, and I've been grinding) I might not make it, oh no I might not make it ('Cause I've been smokin', Lord, and I've been drinking) I might not make it, oh no, I might not make it ('Cause I've been poppin', Lord, and I've been wasted) I might not make it, oh no I might not make it ('Cause I've been faded, Lord, and I've been drinking) I might not make it, oh no, I might not make it
Writer(s): Abel Tesfaye, Ahmad Balshe, Ben Diehl Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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