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Belly Full (feat. MED, Blu & Donel Smokes) letra


Suh-woop, swoop
Belly full, heavy on the wool, cheeba
Heaven on cool, fm on ya dual speakers
Roof missin' with some cut, sitting plush
Sitting up in them trucks when niggas is whippin', sus
Dust niggas, split a blunt, dutch with vanilla clarks
Lit up with her denim art, bending hearts
Bitch, it's more than just a dick, it's a feeling
System in the park, I was killing
Touched a sister in her heart, I was healing
Pick your part, shoot your darts right, fuck a reptilian
Got niggas pushing hearses, we pushing verses
(That's what's up, aiyyo) lincoln continental, delta service

Time traveling life through sound passages
Town champions
Surrounds pound for the crown, count 'em in
Bounce from the crown victoria, magnolia brim
Cover the tint lenses, 'script rigid
Fit but its fitted, under linen cloth
Minutes off, back in 'em in the park
Women learn to 'stend, I commend the thought
Phone her friend, let her pick her part
In it, sark, get the bread, med heavy on the starch
Chevy on the front lawn, parked, spark clear leafs
Let it breathe, brief
For the prestige feeling, let ya ears feast
I be on the crease, sharp with a dip
Like arms in the sleeve, nigga came from the pits
Nick drop from the backseat, tell 'em where to get
Chauffeured over, behind tints, sipping bourb'
Easy on the turns

I almost spilled my shit (aheh!)
Slow down (hey man, slow it down!)

Yeah, yeah, yeah
We cruising, '88 delta, black, bruising
Tan with the burgundy seats, twisting a susan
Smoke while I'm rolling
Park, the cheech chokin'
Spark like fireworks, the samurai shogun, slicin'
Rap blows like tyson and his youngin
Banjo shoot nigga while the strings is strumming
Black sabada, African ensenada
In it for a little bit more, the whole enchilada
Roll with me, chop it up, go half on a fifty
Petrol, fuck the metro
Let's go, sample clepto
Double dice swinging from the rear view
Add it up, 12-12, speaking like the emir do
I'm at jumu'ah, tryna follow the sunnah
Making salat, tryna keep my deen over duyna
Inshallah

We are too late for love
Too late for love
We are too late for love

Could we ever go back to the times we sat on the bench in the park in love?
Would ya say goodbye
To I tears that I see? Could it be, that it's me?
And the days of my life with you
Have they gone away?

Too late for love
We are too late for love

Madlib - Letras

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