It’s All Love Belly (Ft. Starrah)

[Verse 1: Belly]
Topless shows, Tokyo hoes, heart 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 watching close, my dog Apache know
Grew up, fucked up shit cold, rocky road
Dreams of killing the Apollo like its Rocky four
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 taking, 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 its fifty below

[Hook: Starrah]
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
You don't really, want none