Lyrics:
Shine shine.
Shi-I-I-shi-shine.
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
Shine!
WooHoooooooooo.
WooHoooooooooo.
Isabelle is a belly dancer with a kleptomaniac's
been hustling to survive
You could never understand me
Big head, full belly
Man I think it's kind of scary
Man y'all people kinda hairy
But we crawling
Nothing but fortune cookie parrables
A pair of full belly politicians
And a bitch with a half mast flag
R.I.P.'d all your dreams
You got side eye beams
But
I need am blinded by you grace
You love is full of peace
Your power is full of heat
The haters can't relate man on moving to the gate
The devil is
divorce. It's because people wake up next to a stranger. They say, Who the hell are you? What are you doing in this bed? Where's that man that used to do
dying
Guns and trees are the only thing he sees,
He seeks for hose who are trustworthy
But find none, they were send by the rich ones
While he was
slipped
The Mac is cuttin records and punks are gettin ripped
Gangster I am, bust the lyrics like a drive-by
You wanna sleep? Well, it's lights out,
full of hair
Couple kids later now there's nearly none there
My belly's starting looking like a care bear
Now don't you think that's really motherfucking
great
Pocket full of cake
Cop a dos plate?
Man hold up wait
It's the boy Jay
Diamonds in my face
You're boy's diamonds fake
What's the damn dealie
You
them cookies I been munching lately
My feet are becoming difficult to see
I believe it was my Daddy
Who led me to this eating disease
By calling me
It's getting late have you seen my mates
Ma tell me when the boys get here
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock
Want to get a belly full of beer
adjacent to beats by Mux Mool
Success ooze from the sweat glands
Rules for the next don't apply to POS man
I'm livin beyond the lines you sketch man
Jodi, line 'em up and check 'em
Slice 'em from head to stomach
You see them bellies full, but I'm hungry as a mother
With a ten puppy litter
Check
might as well shovel, make me a grave
I want our bellies full, regardless of what's sittin' in the bank
I want us to do better than our Dad
Better than
the belly stay full. The boys stay cool, cause he's the fighting grease scene. Round table regime. Culinary king.
BIG HAM: Don't talk about it, be about it.
According to a recent tweet by Iggy Azalea
"Diss songs shouldn't be filled with
Celebrity name drops to pad out lazy bars"
I beg to differ
Rihanna
against the tide they petrified
Its either that or these niggas been bitten by a Wakandan tsetse fly
So these batch of lyrics are like insecticide cause
still ah pree
c just di eye contact mi naffi chat
Gyal a give it to me
Nah fi ask fi that are lil man
She nah wan si back wen mi inna
Di belly she
back behind black gettin' blowed
Full of high dro and you can smell it on my clothes
Man I live up in B.R, I'ma die up in B.R
I got shit to do today
I miss my Nani, I miss my Jaji
I miss my Gaga and my Choka too
This gotta be a nightmare man this can't be true
They stole my cousins and they took
dont call me old cause im a rennaissance fiend
some things are made for eternity, dreams
fleatful in existance, or so it seems
another sequel
Da Leresi
Him still nuh touch yet, still nuh touch yet
Some gyal a dash out fi 2 stout
From yo full dem belly you can full dem mouth
Me and some gyal
know I'm ‘posed to walk by faith and not by sight but this path that I'm walk Lord it don't seem right
When, my folk in need a and I ain't got nothing
Hey Skid!
Still sleeping
Grab your trunks, we're going to the beach
Way ahead of you, my trunks are in the trunk
C'mon, let's go!
Packin' up
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