Roc Marciano - Bally Belts lyrics

rate me

Oh man, you already know what it is

shit, is that shit nigga

give me the light

word up

p**sy face niggas, man, yo check it out

follow suit

Bally belts presence is felt, I'm somethin' else

my gun long as hell, it ain't for huntin' elk

preserve self, earn wealth, hurl shells

twirl a L, burn in Hell

Learn the skill

turn the steering wheel in the Sedan de Ville

Spanish milfs eat chamomile

trill, slipped on a banana peel

jam the hammer in your grill, and stand on the sand hill

pop a painkill pill, let the champagne spill

snake peel, twist the J lay still

embrace stale enough to taste veal

break the seal, my faith is a paper trail

placed a spell on the ageless belle

the slaves are for sale, from grace fell

became stealth

the chain is the third rail

tears of pain like rain fell

bask in the glory

passion, passport spells pausey

the Jag that's sporty, the pump shotgun call it “shorty”

niggas in my opinion rap corny

crash your story in the A4 Audi

my dealer scrape paper from LA to Missouri

mix the soft drink with the Formula 44-D

hustling raw with the sore feet

draw heat, knock the top off your core piece

I stood covered in a long mink

look sleek, the sneaks is like a toucan beak

the wolf-man dance with the sheep

A grand piece keep my hands greased

the Sedan it ain't a lease, the Coup, take off the hairpiece

speak your piece

(Feels so)

Or beat your feet

(Girl)