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$hadoe - Bel-Air Lyrics



$hadoe - Bel-Air Lyrics
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One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, I'm out the door
Beat ringing like a TracFone nokia
Rhymes fire, I can stand next to a heater
Made it out the hood, you gotta be proud of it
I had to change the lanes like a meter
Blow my phone, hit my line, nigga, what you want?
Ain't come to shop or spend, we don't get along
Ain't come to talk money, shut the f*ck up
Say you got it on you right now, tell him pull up
I'm with Brodie, you don't know me and we low-key
Brodie keep a hammer on him, I'm like Loki
And my girl cast a spell, she the Scarlet Witch
And my bitch don't wear no Zara, she a Prada chick
Keep shit in the hood, street politics
Niggas say they keep it a hundred, niggas counterfeit
Left my kids off in your girl mouth, let her babysit
Say I'ma stop chasing money, I'm a hypocrite
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
Wake up, floor hit my toe
Hit the ground running, then I hit the door
Ride around in the Honda Civic
See you always hating, that's what your problem is
Bury my enemies, Ray Donovan
Keep a hit list, that's my wish list
For Christmas
What I want for Christmas
Some misfits, see the kids lit
Yeah ooh
Late night, she jam Aaliyah, I think I need her
Some people ain't meant to pose in the picture
Snapping on every track like I'm Kodak
Wedding day, her dress gotta be all black
Suit and tie, James Bond, no time to die
Two types of guys, why not and why?
No lie, only get out the bed to get fly
Cap, I wake up to bake up, get high
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
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English

One, two, he's coming for you
Three, four, I'm out the door
Beat ringing like a TracFone nokia
Rhymes fire, I can stand next to a heater
Made it out the hood, you gotta be proud of it
I had to change the lanes like a meter
Blow my phone, hit my line, nigga, what you want?
Ain't come to shop or spend, we don't get along
Ain't come to talk money, shut the f*ck up
Say you got it on you right now, tell him pull up
I'm with Brodie, you don't know me and we low-key
Brodie keep a hammer on him, I'm like Loki
And my girl cast a spell, she the Scarlet Witch
And my bitch don't wear no Zara, she a Prada chick
Keep shit in the hood, street politics
Niggas say they keep it a hundred, niggas counterfeit
Left my kids off in your girl mouth, let her babysit
Say I'ma stop chasing money, I'm a hypocrite
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
Wake up, floor hit my toe
Hit the ground running, then I hit the door
Ride around in the Honda Civic
See you always hating, that's what your problem is
Bury my enemies, Ray Donovan
Keep a hit list, that's my wish list
For Christmas
What I want for Christmas
Some misfits, see the kids lit
Yeah ooh
Late night, she jam Aaliyah, I think I need her
Some people ain't meant to pose in the picture
Snapping on every track like I'm Kodak
Wedding day, her dress gotta be all black
Suit and tie, James Bond, no time to die
Two types of guys, why not and why?
No lie, only get out the bed to get fly
Cap, I wake up to bake up, get high
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
Riding through Bel Air like I'm Will
No, I got the juice still
You dead broke, for real
Money my cologne, you smell like eww
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Writer: Brent Smith
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Language: English
Length: 2:40
Written by: Brent Smith
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