BELLY Songtext
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BELLY Songtext
Jody and Yvette but we havin′ big spreads
And little do you know, I got this on my own
I won't let you blow it or even really show it
Put my purse back in the cabinet unless you wanna stab with it, ooh
You make me real passionate (you taught me what I love about bein′ a lady)
You are triflin', baby, and you know it (you are bad to me)
My dresses skin-tight, baby, smooth thighs
I wanna hold you under blue light like we in Belly
Feed you white lies until we go back to the telly
'Cause you good to me, yeah, that′s the prophecy, yeah (heard that, twin?)
You know what it is if he on Co-Star he ran through
He know what his moon sign is he′s co-signed every girl I know
He even get high for free 'cause I know you bitches love to blow
Just knows he′s mine, and I'm his one, a pickup when I′m low
Hope I never need your code to go all through your phone
Hope I never need to ask about another
I'm too reassured by you
You weren′t right for me, baby, and you know it (you are bad to me)
My dresses skin-tight, baby, smooth thighs
I wanna hold you under blue light like we in Belly
Feed you white lies until we go back to the telly
'Cause you good to me, yeah, that's the prophecy, yeah
My dresses skin-tight, baby, smooth thighs
I wanna hold you under blue light like we in Belly
Feed you white lies until we go back to the telly
′Cause you good to me, yeah, that′s the prophecy
And little do you know, I got this on my own
I won't let you blow it or even really show it
Put my purse back in the cabinet unless you wanna stab with it, ooh
You make me real passionate (you taught me what I love about bein′ a lady)
You are triflin', baby, and you know it (you are bad to me)
My dresses skin-tight, baby, smooth thighs
I wanna hold you under blue light like we in Belly
Feed you white lies until we go back to the telly
'Cause you good to me, yeah, that′s the prophecy, yeah (heard that, twin?)
You know what it is if he on Co-Star he ran through
He know what his moon sign is he′s co-signed every girl I know
He even get high for free 'cause I know you bitches love to blow
Just knows he′s mine, and I'm his one, a pickup when I′m low
Hope I never need your code to go all through your phone
Hope I never need to ask about another
I'm too reassured by you
You weren′t right for me, baby, and you know it (you are bad to me)
My dresses skin-tight, baby, smooth thighs
I wanna hold you under blue light like we in Belly
Feed you white lies until we go back to the telly
'Cause you good to me, yeah, that's the prophecy, yeah
My dresses skin-tight, baby, smooth thighs
I wanna hold you under blue light like we in Belly
Feed you white lies until we go back to the telly
′Cause you good to me, yeah, that′s the prophecy
Writer(s): Le Kayla Ngoc Nhi, Tayla Park Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com