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Bellzo 1st
Bellzo 1st
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Lyrics

Beam ah
Beam, Beam, Beam, Beam
Beam ah
Beam, Beam, Beam, Beam
Bellzo, ha, yeah
Ay peep this though, check me out
Like, hold on (Wait)
Try play get got in your colon
No Big Bang, he got Sheldon
She ask for the meat, she want it well done
But wait lemme see what your friends on (Lemme see)
She like five foot five with her hair done (Five foot five)
No lame **** where we from
Get beat in the chest like King Kong (Uh)
Hold on (Wait)
Try play get got in your colon
No Big Bang, he got Sheldon
She ask for the meat, she want it well done
But wait lemme see what your friends on (Lemme see)
She like five foot five with her hair done (Five foot five)
No lame **** where we from
Get beat in the chest like King Kong (Uh)
Been on my ones since primary days
Ain't rolled once, with shank on my waist (Never)
A bitch, nah but it's the bread that I chase
I want more but I'm still stuck in my ways
I put D on the map (Dag)
I know some **** with B in the trap
NoCap I will be here with a stack
Got cameras out like it was a prank (Like it was a prank)
If I hit I can't be blamed (How could I?)
Miles Cyrus, can't be tamed
Claim we're cool then what's my name (What's my name?)
Talk on net, for some fame
Stacks like five foot six like bae (Like bae)
Aim and guys Flock like they're Kay (Graaa)
Have the mandem scream Ole
I'll manage her like Conte
I put six on my feet no Jordan (MJ)
I'm like James with the jokes no Corden
She wants me back, you don't it's boredom (You don't)
Wanna roll round France so imma Tour De
Yeah imma Tour De, yeah imma Tour De
Just like Dora, imma explore her
You know I switch these flows, you flick these hoes
I might fly Bora Bora
Wait, I'm like one of a kind (One of a kind)
I make your girl's head turn, she come back mine and she give me mind
Got all my bros in my corner (Corner)
We want our stack taller (Taller)
Ball like Kobe fourth quarter (Quarter)
I don't kill beats, I slaughter (Slaughter)
Talk tough at your own risk
You know my killys don't miss (They don't)
Sandwich pics man it ain't his
Soon on top yeah you know this
Yeah, you know this
Tryna be one of the most rich
Paid in full like the name's Mitch
You can't get touched then go snitch
Like, we be making racks (Making racks)
Go on my phone I ain't got no cats
Hate on me then ur broke that's facts
Your ex chats shit and he's broke that's facts (He's broke)
I'm six foot three and the girls like that (Six foot three)
Unique flows like give me a ban (Give me a ban)
Got all this mids like Emre Can
I'm way too fly and I just can't land (Just can't land)
Written by: Bellzo 1st
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