Belly
I don't think the heat run out the flame i can feel the heat without the rays I don't think the streets run out the rage I can't hear the beat without the bass i can beat cha teeth up out cha face i can up n leave don't leave a trace say they take my K i could make a blade from a tray i can smell a rat a mile away u can let it go or i can make u go away I dont gotta play dem kinda games u moving funny i dont move them kinda ways man im moving bouche cause i want the finer things crushed ruby canary diamond yellow rings man they cant see me hatas it be all a dream die eyes wide open make a dead man see
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