ERK THA JERK - $500 Belt ft. Ya Boy lyrics

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Ya, ya I’m on it, break it down, roll it

The honey I put on, it got you feeling good, don’t it?

She said I can get it all she cannot control it

If she ain’t got no money younging I don’t even want it

I don’t do halfway, don’t know her whole name

I am in no rush, and know the whole damn

Sold her in cocaine, heater for pot hole

No I don’t picture, but keep a knock in my sock drawer

No I don’t pick it, I got a key for the lock door

Some kush in the red bone, and spot on the top floor

Burner on me cause the good die young as fuck

No half stepping got a compass for the run up

30 for the 3.5, cupid nigga loaded, I’m the fliest thing alive

Brim way down, never let them see me eyes

Real niggas live forever, I ain’t scared to die!

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Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self

50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt

Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self

50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt

In the club jays on, fuck a hard bottom

Nigga acting Hollywood it’s like the star out him

2 hoes at a common, we all lounging

That’s word of mouth, can’t help but talk bout him

You ain’t nothing but a guppy with the sharks round him

She ain’t nothing but a penny in a water fountain

Pretty face but the ass way meaner than my last girl

Sorry but the grass way greener

City on my shoulders, no back pain

Ace them up like vanem but the crack game

I’ma shoot the 10 to 4, backbelt...

Y’all claim middle man to get slapped up a little more

Try to play me for a sucker, I had to let them know

Where that came from, boy it’s plenty more

Never catch me slipping, I be on my tippy toes, here we go

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Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self

50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt

Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self

50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt

Riding through the hood by my motherfucking self

Got a 6 shot 38 under my Gucci belt

And my 38 remind me I don’t need nobody else

Got a bitch so hot, she will make a nigga melt

Pick yourself up boy, they say we living in hell well call me hellboy

I spend my nights running from the elroys

Need to go home but I got shit to sell boy

Imperial hoody, imperial hot, how this nigga out

My theory exact, throw your iPhones out,

That’s series the facts

Little mama take notes, she hearing the mac

And everyone that visited my pad know

I go to sleep and wake up with bad hoes

Count money with my eyes closed

Earth, that’s murder she wrote!

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Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self

50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt

Drive round the hood by my motherfucking self

50 dollar jeans 500 dollar belt.