Текст песни Believe the Hype - Billy Sk33t
Got
enough
money
to
fill
up
a
casket
I'm
in
the
hills
and
not
takin'
no
rations
Pull
up
to
your
court
and
I
ball
like
the
Magic
Drippin'
in
Louis
I
stay
got
the
fashion
Passenger
seat
of
a
foreign
we
whippin'
Walk
in
the
room
that's
yo'
girl
she
be
strippin'
Nike
swish,
crystal
wrist,
having
yo'
lady
withdraws
need
a
fix
Yo'
girl
she
addictive
like
crack
in
the
80's
She
wanna
link
up,
make
fam,
and
have
babies
I'm
like
woah,
you
moving
too
fast
Billy
let's
hop
in
the
car
and
go
straight
to
the
back
She
said
bruh
dang
man,
I
thought
you
my
type
I'm
dripped
in
designer
believe
all
the
hype
I'm
in
the
phantom
and
getting
street
pipe
Balling
her
chops
got
yo'
mommy
on
skype
She
talking
to
me
and
my
pants
got
a
spike
Street
Santa
Claus
you'll
believe
in
the
hype
Why
is
you
talkin'
my
name
Swear
to
god
all
these
rappers
the
same
My
PP
Tom
Hardy
I
call
it's
name
Bane
Pull
up
from
3 and
I
shoot
Danny
Granger
And
I
give
out
the
candy
like
stranger
Put
you
to
sleep
like
you
Jesus
in
manger
Ay,
yuh
Billy
the
best,
better
than
rest,
I'm
posted
up
cashin'
some
checks
Hop
in
the
Spur
and
we
going
to
Denny's
We
whippin'
and
skrtin'
in
Bennys
And
pull
up
in
Fendi
Don't
make
me
a
waffle,
I
pull
put
the
semi
My
bullets
and
bars
they
be
hot
like
they
Demi
Blastin'
these
fools
I
see
no
one
in
sight
Didn't
believe
em'
believe
in
the
hype
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