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nezy - belt swing lyrics

[intro: nezy & frailxty]
yo, what the f#ck’s up?
what the f#ck b#tch?
shout out grandmastafunk
hoe, suck my d#ck

[hook: nezy]
choke a b#tch with a belt
choke a b#tch with a belt
choke a b#tch with a f#cking fendi belt yuh aye
choke a b#tch with a belt
choke a b#tch with a belt
choke a b#tch with a belt
choke a b#tch with a belt

[verse 1: nezy]
b.b simon on my hip, all these f#ggots looking at me
you can’t touch my diamonds suck my f#cking d#ck
yo’ b#tch tryna touch me so i whip her ass till it bleed
yo’ b#tch tryna touch me so i run her over in my white whip yuh
if you tryna take what’s mine i’ma put you in the ground
make a snap of your flesh with a filter then i’ll smile
if you tryna take what’s mine i’ma put you in the ground
make a snap of your flesh with a filter then i’ll smile
swing my belt like rodeo
i’m in cluckin’ bell with my clique yuh (yuh yuh aye air force clique 666)
i don’t give no f#ck
i don’t got no guap
i be totin’ glocks
got a lipstick on my c#ck, suck it up aye
if you wearin’ hilfiger
you can’t sit with us b#tch (yuh aye f#ck you if you wearing tommy boy)
if you wearin’ armani
i’ma stab your knee
roll up in black fit
with air forces on my feet
they ain’t clean

[bridge: frailxty]
hey b#tch, you wanna taste my belt?
yes?
okay

[hook 2:frailxty]
choking b#tch with a belt
choking b#tch with a belt
choking b#tch with a belt
choking b#tch with a belt

[verse 2: frailxty]
black air forces mean a gang
lot of money from cocaine
i’ma stab you in the neck
f#ckin hoe, fillin bags
gucci aces on my feet
5 k!lls morning that’s routine
gps on my crib
rocket launcher under tees
so please leave me a zinc
when the police reach
leave them a ditch
don’t you f#cking snitch
show them tits
riding cop d#ck
that’s a poor thing
sm#gm# salty
that’s not worth it
loui belt on my hip
fast 2 swings son gets a hit
crying loudly baby b#tch
you’re dreamin boutta bein rich
but you know
your mum is hoe
fat ass bouncing
on boss c#ck
calvin strap
gives you hope
but u only get shot
shooting stars
fifty racks
burning cars
toxic farts
bullet storm you see from house
that’s what you know about us
smoke propane octane gas
we got good stuff in green pants
meet fraixlty n nezy bruh
they will show u what is life

- nezy lyrics

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