Jackson 5 Lyrics - Belly

You ready? 

Yea I'm ready Max 

Whats good! 

It's your boy Boss Don Biggavel nigga, what's good? 

My nigga steak sauce, french, Mac 'N Cheese 

The appetizers 

Smack them niggas in the head with that dessert 

Motherfucking entrées man 

I love what you doing nigga, keep up the good work 

I had to go back to Charlie Rambo on these niggas in here them 

These dudes, niggas losing their mind in this joint man 

Tryna get back 

Still thinking we got days, we got unfinished business 

We got days to do my nigga 

You know, I'm only fucking with you calling for this good energy nigga 

Keep up that good work, I love what you doing out there 

Stay on your grind 

Rate these niggas who with their work 

I tell you before we start, get all we can get started drain these niggas 

Squeeze, squeeze that blood out their neck 

Holla at ya boy nigga 

You know we Coke Boys forever nigga 

Love you boy, Oww! 

Peace 

My nigga 

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I treated you bad and wrong my dear 

Mac n' cheese! 

And girl since, since you went away 

Uh! 

Don't you know I sit around with my head hanging down 

Yea, Montana! 

I'm getting high, riding low 

Night and day 

I'm getting high, riding low 

Night and day 

One time, one time, one time 

One time, one time 

Photos 

Young Jeezy, nothing realer 

I got Vs I could sell a dealer 

I can't sleep my nerve is shot 

Blowing smoke, seen the beam 

Then I heard the shot 

I can flip peas whip the pot 

Or I can get on my knees and mix alot 

I'm talking mac n' cheese nigga 

Skrrt and pot, skrr, skrr, skrrr 

The birds flock 

The Falcons nigga, Atlanta nigga 

Half my homies went gone I bought a Phantom nigga 

Ghost, dunking in the post, money bitches, one motion 

L.A. ad, dab notion, haaan 

Made mills, move to Californ' 

My niggas killed it, then build a house on it 

I seen 'em come, seen 'em fold nigga 

Look out my neck, catch a bowling nigga 

When I had you, I treated you bad and wrong my dear 

And girl since, since you went away 

Don't you know I sit around with my head hanging down