Lyrics:
This is
Gucci
Mike Rebel
Cool & Dre
Go!
That's so real I tat it on my stomach
That's so real I tat it on my stomach
That's so real I tat it
you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What?
shoot you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
you, beat the case
Put that nigga in his place (yeah)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What, what?)
That's so real, I tat it on my stomach
(What?
Rocks in my stomach
Rocks in my stomach
Rocks in my stomach
Rocks in my stomach
Rocks in my stomach
Rocks in my stomach
Rocks in my stomach
Rocks in
up to aplease me
[CHORUS]
But My Stomach Hurts
But My Stomach Hurts (I'm getting my bag yeah, yeah)
But My Stomach Hurts
But My Stomach Hurts
But My
Yeah, ain't nothing more groovy
Than when that stomach movin', yeah
It's the reason that I'm singing this song
Because I ain't got nothing else to bust
Yeah... ain't nothing more groovy
When that stomach moving yeah
It's the reason that I'm singing this song
Because I ain't got nothing else to bust a nut
around
Ripping apart
Every whiskey drenched fibre from my stomach and heart
Stomach and heart
Ripping apart
Every whiskey drenched fibre from my stomach
And my eighth album comin'
Feedin' a thousand growlin' stomachs
But I could rewind the calendar, back
Back when it was now or nothin'
People said I
the king is dead
Long live the king
And I know he wants to burn my skin
But how much sadness can you swallow
Before you get a stomach ache?
(Stomach ache,
be fucking and sucking on
Dick for them hunnids
I hop out the coupe and shoot out the
Coupe until lil' bitch get to running
Dick in her stomach, she
Wu-Tang bats all in the sky
Grey skies, another day without the sun again
Young stomach's rumbling, money's not coming in
Grey skies, another
Juny!
Tony!
Wonder why?
Curious Song!
Choopy-choopy-choopy-choo
Growling, growling stomach!
Choopy-choopy-choopy-choo
Juny, Tony will let you know!
I feel the damage
All in your lavish
Afraid to admit it
It's just a habit
Butterflies in my stomach (Hey)
Yeah butterflies in my stomach
I got
Money Like Beans
Jonah, stomach fish
Jonah slept
Three days, no food
Jonah, stomach fish
Jonah cried
Jonah, stomach fish
Jonah slept
Three days, no
ate
You got me feeling sick
You got me feeling sick
You got me feeling sick
You got me feeling sick
Sick to my stomach
Sick, sick to my stomach
Sick
it went and got it went and got it yeah yeah
Jumped off the porch went and got that shit
I ain't never had shit but I'm bout that shit
Stomach hurt
I can't feel my stomach
I can't feel my stomach
I can't feel my stomach
I can't feel my stomach
You want drama, drum it
I call her, she crummy
Think
(Thislandis)
(Dercept)
(Are those butterflies still in your stomach?)
(Are those butterflies still in your stomach?)
(And now you've seen the worst
The thought of us, it makes my head hurt
It makes me sick, to my stomach
It makes me sick, to my stomach
It makes me sick, to my stomach
It makes me sick, to my
Firing up a brown blunt, smoke in his stomach,
Firing up a brown blunt, smoke in his stomach,
smoking on that chronic,
Firing up a brown blunt, smoke
the time
Baby, would it be a crime
To take this chance?
I wanna give you Butterflies
(Butterflies)
In your stomach
I give this feeling to you and you love
Life's really a chocolate box
Some do without, others have plenty.
It sticks in my throat, my stomach's in knots,
While your box is so full,
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