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Bellator

 

Bellator

(Album: All In - 2021)


For my dawgs on the wing
This is for my brothas in the grave
This is for my brothas in the grave
And my dawgs on the wing
Disrespect my niggas, that's a cardinal sin
Walk into the club, I might be dancing with' your ting
I'ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring
Catch a nigga slipping, getting trippy in the store
I'ma Pop Smoke 'em, I'ma do it in Dior
Michael Venom Page him, I'ma do it Bellator
Used to run his mouth, now he can't do that anymore

I used to roll round the corner, looking to Westwood
5 rocks on me, that's a 100 pound drug
I was trapping like a fool, tryna play it cool
Kept that fucking tool, told my brothas stay in school
Ain't no loyalty for shit, most these brothas due to switch
If he gets hit with 26, he's gon' definitely snitch
Interview me 'bout the case
That's a waste of a tape
I'ma play my cards right
Hit them with the poker face
Whoa
Life is a gamble, you better roll the dice
Everybody's got a price, better hold on to your wife
If I send a DM, will she reply?
She might, tryna put you on the flight
Let's get freaky for the night
Had to grind for my money, didn't happen overnight
I was drugging and finessing, had the dark candlelight
All these niggas falling off
And I can't bring 'em back to life
I remember you was hungry, boy, you lost your appetite

This is for my brothas in the grave
And my dawgs on the wing
Disrespect my niggas, that's a cardinal sin
Walk into the club, I might be dancing with' your ting
I'ma slam dunk it, put my arm in the ring
Catch a nigga slipping, getting trippy in the store
I'ma Pop Smoke 'em, I'ma do it in Dior
Michael Venom Page him, I'ma do it Bellator
Used to run his mouth, now he can't do that anymore

For my dawgs on the wing
For my dawgs on the wing
For my dawgs on the wing
For my dawgs on the wing

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