Belly ft. Gucci Mane - De La Hoya Lyrics

Look
Car, no rent, I paid it for you
Rich neck decorated for you
You was late 7 hours and I waited for you
I'ma beat the pussy up, do the De La Hoya

The way you throat it I'ma have to put the apron on you
These silly bitches really love you so they hatin' on ya
And I'ma pull up early morning with the latest for ya
I bet they jealous 'cause they can't afford ya
I packed that whatchamacallit I'm ballin' every summer
Now tell me what the fuck you want, I'll buy you every color
She love stuntin' on you bitches, how petty of her
You know we both go out and get it so we get each other
Okay my brain fried, lungs sore
You pull up, we started fuckin' at the front door
You different I had bitches by the 14
Now it's clear why I only need a one-four

I had your pussy screaming encore
Moving with the work like you on tour
Back to Cali with the birds, condor
Don't you come around me if you aren't sure
I just want more

Car, no rent, I paid it for you
Rich neck decorated for you
You was late 7 hours and I waited for you
I'ma beat the pussy up, do the De La Hoya

Pussy so good couldn't wait to call ya
Made me beat the pussy up, do the De La Hoya
Rich sex across the house, fuckin' in the foyer
Pussy so good it make ya have to call a lawyer
Make you put her on your payroll like you her employer
He can't afford to ball himself so how he gonna spoil ya?
On the weekend I get cash you know I fuck with belly
These niggas snitchin from in jail watch what you tell your celly
She want some thug love, I guess she think I'm Machiavelli
But I'ma mack, gave her a stack and now peanut and jelly
These bitches racing for the fetty, Mario Andretti
Long as I get my money worth, you know big Gucci petty (Gucci)

Car, no rent, I paid it for you
Rich neck decorated for you
You was late 7 hours and I waited for you
I'ma beat the pussy up, do the De La Hoya

Bitch
Don't fuck up my high with your paranoia
Don't fuck up my high with your paranoia
Don't fuck up my high with your paranoia
Don't fuck up my high with your paranoia