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letra de body bags - cursed

[verse]
body bags on that cocaine, switchin’ off to that six lane
this b-tch n-ggas wanna feel some pain, bullet sh-lls, its gonna rain
in yo chest, leave a blood stain
don’t mean no fame, im about that game
lookin’ like a straight f-ckin’ lame
don’t give a f-ck about your f-ckin’ name
sp-cin’ out, you breakin’ out
got a paper rap to all the haters ain’t talk about
no newspapers, livin’ so criminal, almost subliminal
bullets be rippin’, you b-tches be slippin’
but enough of that, so remember that, best pack a gat
n-gga thats a rap, give yo b-tch a slap
before i bust a cap
rollin’ with the set, off the block
this k!llin’ sh-t ain’t gon’ stop
yo body just got laced up and dropped
cackin’ and steppin’ and lack and attack and yo bustas i poppin
yo suckas, you dumb m-th-f-ckas for what i rep, clouds in the sky
i am countin’ cr-p
for this [?] i cutch, this nothin’ i can’t nevеr touch
especially wack b-tches i straight eat for lunch
but thats not еnough, dont be actin’ tough if you ain’t work with that trigga my n-gga
that’s this my trick tellin’ this [?] me

[verse 2: jas b]
[?]

- cursed

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