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Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Belly
Belly
Composer
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Producer
Jaycen Joshua
Jaycen Joshua
Mixing Engineer
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Recording Engineer
David Nakaji
David Nakaji
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ivan Jimenez
Ivan Jimenez
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Tekst Utworu

Uh, fuckin' hoes that ain't worth a cent In homes that ain't worth the rent Perfect sense, this is the circus that I had to circumvent If you fly, I'm turbulence Murder, murder, screamin' "Fuck 12" with a perfect ten In these streets runnin' 'round Robbin' every fuckin' body like a tournament Once the time has turned This is the only shit I learned I put a bridge over my pool (wow), that's for all the ones that burned (whoa) I hope you pick up game, it's a pick up game, winner's ball Hoes annoying just like the hiccups man, that's Biggie Smalls Dope dick, give your bitch withdrawals (whoa) Why'd you even get your bitch involved? I'm gone off the liquor, I'm sicker than Paul And call it, just listen, I'm twisted and raw (shut up) Pictured it all I had to sacrifice (I had to sacrifice), I feel extra blessed tonight (extra blessed tonight) Yeah, they slept on me, I flexed on 'em, and manifest to life (life) I been ridin' through the city on my own Only time I see myself was in this chrome Oh man, I been gettin' in my zone Hearin' everybody soundin' like some clones I just care about myself, I never need nobody else Mumble rapping put a beer on the shelf, mumble rap Man I been, I been trappin' on my own Invested in my fucking self, I need a loan, I'm alone (okay) Henny to get in my hemisphere You interfere, start to interfere You Richard Gere with a pretty woman I told her look, ain't no tricks in here Like the drugs white and the liquor clear Reflect back, tryna make it clear Bad luck, seven years, and I ain't even break a mirror 20 years just to make it here Don't take it there, your circle is made of squares You shoulda been made aware Your bitch said my face is her favorite chair (haha) Oh God, whole squad made millions (yeah) Whole time stay real (yeah) Wonder why I can't chill Couldn't even pay bills Now it's LA hills (LA) And I'm the king, Hank Hill Can't feel, can't stand still I blame all these damn pills The best shit we can't feel (woo) I'm signin' NDAs, these texts like NBA deals But envy may kill, still don't give a fuck how they feel I been ridin' through the city on my own Only time I see myself was in this chrome Oh man, I been gettin' in my zone Hearin' everybody soundin' like some clones I just care about myself, I never need nobody else (mumble rap) Mumble rapping put a beer on the shelf, mumble rap Man I been, I been trappin' on my own Invested in my fucking self, I need a loan, I'm alone Hear that
Writer(s): Danny Schofield, Ahmad Balshe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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