Letras:
Belly Go Sens Go

Of Champions Baby Got My Hommie Sugar Ray Emery We Go Hard We Win Belly With The Ottawa Senators Champions Baby Lets Go Go Sens Go [x8] Go Sens Go

Of Champions Baby Got My Hommie Sugar Ray Emery We Go Hard We Win Belly With The Ottawa Senators Champions Baby Lets Go Go Sens Go [x8] Go Sens Go

out to be The spittin' image of his dad But he'll have more common sense Than his puddin'-headed father ever had I'll teach him to wrassle and dive through a wave When we go

It is: stay by the gate you are given And remain in your place, for your season And had the overfed dead but listened To that high-fence, horse-sense,

As of now I bet you've got me wrong So unsure you run from something strong I can't let go Threadbare tapestry unwinding slow Feel a tortured brain Show your belly

'd watch for me?' My only friend, who could it be? It's hard to say it I hate to say it But it's probably me When your belly's empty And the hunger

sey things nah go sweet Man a hustle, Man a shuffle, Hungry Belly deh a Yard caan find food to eat [Chorus] [Verse 3:] It don't even make no sense you

prosate the lip function The junction get rushed by some grimy people bustin weed Splatter your belly like some Attica fellas Use a firearm good, bloods go

we'd name her Emily. She's beautiful. Beautiful. Yes sir, head's erased, brain's a bowl of jelly. Hasn't hurt his sense of taste, judging from his belly