De La Hoya (Acapella) Belly (Ft. Gucci Mane)

[Intro: Gucci Mane & Belly]
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[Chorus: Belly]
Car note rent, I paid it for you (Paid it for you)
Wrist, neck, decorated for you (Decorated for you)
You was late seven hours and I waited for you (Bitch, I waited for you)
I'ma beat the pussy up, do the de la Hoya (Bah-bah-baow)

[Verse 1: Belly]
The way you thought that I'ma have to put an apron on you (Dude)
These silly bitches really love you, so they hatin' on you (Haha)
Then I'ma pull up early mornin' with the latest for you (With the latest)
I bet they jealous, 'cause they can't afford you (It's true)
I pack that what-you-might-call-it, I'm ballin' every summer (Ayy)
Now tell me what thе fuck you want, I'll buy you every color (Yeah)
Shе love stuntin' on you bitches, how petty of her (She petty)
You know we both go out and get it, so we get each other (We do)
Okay, my brain fried, lungs sore (Pff, pff)
You pull up, we started fuckin' at the front door (Pff, pff)
You different, I had bitches by the fourteen (Fourteen)
Now it's clear why I only need a one-four
I had your pussy screamin' "Encore" (Encore)
Movin' with the work, like you on tour (On tour)
Back to Cali' with the birds, condor (Brr)
Don't you come around me if you aren't sure, I just want more