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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Belly
Belly
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Belly
Belly
Composer
Starrah
Starrah
Composer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Composer
Brian White
Brian White
Composer
Lauryn Hill
Lauryn Hill
Composer
Frederick Hibbert
Frederick Hibbert
Composer
Danny Schofield
Danny Schofield
Composer
Marco Rodriguez
Marco Rodriguez
Composer
Richard Muñoz
Richard Muñoz
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The ANMLS
The ANMLS
Producer
DannyBoyStyles
DannyBoyStyles
Co-Producer
Faris Al-Majed
Faris Al-Majed
Engineer
Raphael Mesquita
Raphael Mesquita
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tony Maserati
Tony Maserati
Mixing Engineer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Dave Huffman
Dave Huffman
Mastering Engineer
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Jason 'Daheala' Quenneville
Recording Engineer
Infamous
Infamous
Co-Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Look
[Verse 2]
Uh, topless shows, Tokyo hoes, harsh sake cold
Lock and load
Couple pistols in my Versace robes
My Karachi plug gon' cop it where the poppies grow
Back on my Desperado mariachi flow
Cocky hoes give me top like sloppy joes
The feds watch us close
My dog apache know
Grew up, fucked up shit cold, rocky road
Dreams are killing' the Apollo like it's Rocky IV
.38 like a ticket to the Pearly Gates
Leaning' on the wall tryna hold the world straight
This the dark side, swallow your fear
Even your shadow won't follow you here
I'm takin' trips to the coast so my bitches can boast
Paparazzi flicking pictures time to switch up the boat
Chasing' fuck boys, no wonder why you bitches is broke
Catching' glimpses from your city where it's fifty below
[Verse 3]
I heard them say it's all love
Fake hand shakes then they say it's all love
I know they hate, it's all love
And when you see me, don't tell me it's all love
You lost one it's so silly
How come you say it's all love?
Ya don't really want none
[Verse 4]
Smoking' loud, put the purple up in the air boy
I'm a nut, I rap circles around these squares boy
You had the whole thing but you ain't wanna share boy
Now you wanna hang, I be the one to kick the chair boy
[Verse 5]
Rare form
Bein' real is rare form
Talkin' wars you ain't prepared for
I'm sick, these rappers wishing' it was airborne
[Verse 6]
Pray for em', these feelings run deep
Seven day ones with me, not a single one weak
Money man, rubber band was my first bracelet
Trapping' out the stove when I'd work late shifts
Before I knew about Versace's and Hermès's
You never forget the pussy when you first taste it
Mmm, peach juice
Sweet tooth
Fuck pills, I hit the molly with a tea spoon
Look at this bullshit I come back to
Heard these pussies talkin' tough
That's cute
Wait, I think I heard it all now
You can't walk around the city, how you say you run the town?
[Verse 7]
I heard them say, "It's all love"
Fake hand shakes then they say it's all love
I know they hate, it's all love
And when you see me, don't tell me it's all love
You lost one, it's so silly
How come you say it's all love?
And I don't really want none
I heard them say it's all love
Fake hand shakes then they say it's all love
I know they hate it's all love, it's all love
[Verse 8]
Oh, yeah
I heard them say, it's all love
It's all love
I heard they hate, it's all love
It's all love
It's so silly how come
You say it's all love
You don't really want none
Oh none
Written by: Ahmad Balshe, Brian White, Brittany Hazzard, Frederick Hibbert, Lauryn Hill, Marco Rodriguez-Diaz, Richard Muñoz, Faris Al-Majed
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