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Belly

Genres: Rock

Dealer Plated Lyrics - Belly

Countin' dirty money, getting faded 

Gold chains, gun's nickel plated 

Whoo! Eyes dilated 

Fuck around and you can die later 

 

Foreign cars, getting faded 

I spend a hundred large dealer plated 

Went and got a woman named Haley 

I was counting dirty money. getting faded 

 

And if you're talking 'bout that money, dawg 

Well tell my niggas they can have it all 

Whoo! Countin' money, getting faded 

C-c-counting money, getting faded 

 

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Fuck your mixtape, fuck your compilation 

You're no longer in the conversation 

I don't do this for the compensation 

I don't do shit in moderation 

Me and god got our own relation 

Fuck a session this a congregation 

Fucking bitches, that's consummation 

 

This energy is intoxicating 

I get you drunk over conversation 

Look, they stand and watch, making observations 

I'm trying to fuck with no complications, bitch! 

I ain't one for the confrontation 

My dawgs pull up make accommodations for you 

Like a holiday or a long vacation for you 

We gon' find a whole new location for you 

 

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Underground till I'm underground 

Underdog till I'm under God 

I can never be one of y'all 

I don't fuck with like none of y'all 

Hm, make another comment 

Walk around with your under-armour like 

I won't pull up 

And put bullets all through your under garments 

Damn, hot-headed but we cold-hearted 

If you can't finish, why you gon' start it 

Tell his mama I'm so sorry 

I send her roses, there's bodies under my rose garden 

That's so retarded, damn 

I ain't one for the arguments???????? 

And she treat my dick like a monument 

Damn 

Stay on the tree like an ornament 

Wait-- I think he's onto us 

Can we please just get on with it? 

 

Countin' dirty money, getting faded 

Gold chains, gun's nickel plated 

Whoo! Eyes dilated 

Fuck around and you can die later 

 

And if you're talking 'bout that money, doll 

Well tell my niggas they can have it all 

Whoo! You niggas violating 

Fuck around and get annihilated 

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Artist: Hollies