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Belly

Genres: Rock

Might Not (remix) Lyrics - Belly

Everybody 'round me sayin' I should relax cause 

I've been goin' hard 'til my eyes roll back but 

All I wanna do is forget about my past and 

Smoke a little weed, really nothin' too drastic 

Any time you see me in a picture and I'm smilin' 

Probably cause I'm faded or I'm chillin' with the fans and 

Not really the type to let a nigga talk back but 

Imma let it slide cause my niggas too violent 

Shoutout to the ones who spend money like a habit 

Even if they had a million dollars, they'd be trappin' 

Got a couple girls shootin' movies on the mattress 

Then I hit the booth, make the motherfuckin' soundtrack 

Then I play it back on the eighty-inch plasma 

Then I get 'em faded off that super fantastic 

Roll that grandmaster, smell it through the plastic 

Nobody can handle me, I'm gone when the shit's too strong 

The night's too long 

 

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I took too much and I've gone too far 

And I might not make it 

I might not make it 

This time I might not make it 

I might not make it 

I might not make it 

This time I might not make it 

I might not make it 

I might not make it 

 

This time I might not make it 

 

I might not 

 

Bitches know, told a ho, "It's different strokes for different folks" 

 

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Came up out the north, we was playin' with a different snow 

Took my niggas from the four-one to pacific coast 

We no longer put no fish scale on the fishin' boat 

Listen ho, I know all you bitches want is liquor, smoke 

(Liquor, smoke) 

I know all you bitches want is dick and dough (Dick and dough) 

Told her, "You don't gotta make it difficult" 

Baby, sit calm, we don't need another episode 

Hippy bitches sendin' me titty pictures 

She told me no religion was the new religion 

She said she don't believe in God but her shoes Christian 

I heard she servin' everybody like the soup kitchen 

Gettin' hoes higher, gettin' hoes higher 

She got work in the mornin', I'm gettin' hoes fired 

Why the fuck you call it purp when you mix it pink? 

You know I fuckin' mix the drinks when the shit's too strong 

The night's too long 

I took too much and I've gone too far 

And I might not make it 

I might not make it 

This time I might not make it 

I might not make it 

I might not make it 

This time I might not make it 

I might not make it 

I might not make it 

This time I might not make it 

I might not 

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