Who Hurt You Belly

[Intro: The Weeknd]
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Woah, oh
Oh, yeah-eah
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[Verse 1: Belly]
Uh, they sold me dreams, tell 'em, "Keep the change"
Evil in their veins, they don't bleed the same
Greed and fame, we should really feel ashamed
Buyin' Cubans, most my people still in chains
Convos with God, squad, Rod and Tar-Tar
She been goin' hard, got her nose like a aardvark
Chopped off, lookin' like the man on the crosswalk
Arms crossed, tryna find the light in my dark heart
First ki' I ever cut, I got high off it
'Cause I never knew the residue would fly off it
Sellin' dope, actin' like the fiends won't die off it
All we gave a fuck about was gettin' fly off it
Shells on the floor in your office
Lookin' like you sent a whole staff out for crawfish
Bitch, you ripped my heart out just to ask me why I'm heartless
She shootin' for the stars, and I guess I ain't a target
I guess you ain't a marksman, bitch, 'cause now I'm arson lit
You couldn't even ride for me, you car sick
I mean, I understand if the shit was a long trip
But I guess you must have hopped on the wrong dick, you dumb bitch