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letra de body count - dcg brothers

[intro]
(real forever)

[chorus: dcg shun]
body count, big ol’ stick on me, i walk ’em down (walk, walk)
heard he gangster ’til we pop out, then he don’t come around (’til we pop out)
i brought k!llers with me, how many bodies he got? i done lost count (how?)
how you plugged in but you shot with us every time you come in town? (walk, walk)
heard she like me, like— (uh-uh)
’cause i’m icy, icy (but i am)
ain’t no bullets fight me, uh
ain’t no n-gga like me (he ain’t like me)
i can’t f-ck for free, nope
b-tch, this d-ck is pricey (uh-huh)
diamonds on my white tee, uh (uh-huh)
ain’t no n-gga like me (uh-huh)

[verse 1: dcg shun]
this b-tch, she got somе nerves (got some nеrves)
so we kick sh-t to the curb, uh (curb)
good pic’, she from the ‘burbs
body, all on her third, uh (body count)
my opps recruit and burn (uh)
we shoot sh-t, larry bird (larry bird)
respects the streets, you gotta earn
when i say shooters, move all goofy woofy, uh (woofy ass)
we wrap sh-t like a cord (we do)
the way she suck it, she need an award, uh (need an award)
i’m rich, i’ll pay for trey hops (i’ll pay for it)
if i pay for hers, we can pay for yours, uh (i will)
send n-ggas up to lord, uh (they do)
catch bodies and get rewards, uh (ha)
we kickin’ in n-ggas doors
we stealin’ the streets, tryna start a war (start a war)
[chorus: dcg shun & dcg bsavv]
body count, big ol’ stick on me, i walk ’em down (bodies out)
heard he gangster ’til we pop out, then he don’t come around (’til we pop out)
i brought k!llers with me, how many bodies he got? i done lost count (how?)
how you plugged in but you shot with us every time you come in town? (walk, walk)
heard she like me, like— (uh-uh)
’cause i’m icy, icy (but i am)
ain’t no bullets fight me, uh
ain’t no n-gga like me (he ain’t like me)
i can’t f-ck for free, nope
b-tch, this d-ck is pricey (uh-huh)
diamonds on my white tee, uh (uh-huh)
ain’t no n-gga like me (uh-huh, for sure)

[verse 2: dcg bsavv]
walk down gang, i’m with that
thirty-two shots, tryna fill up this mag’ (brrt, bah)
don’t feel special, i pay for her ass and pay for her ass and pay for your ass
i’m gangster, n-ggas be hoes, i’m on that (b-tch)
run up a sack, these hoes gon’ run back (run)
used to run to school everyday with a lunch sack
spoilin’ sh-t, i’ll still was shootin’ cr-p (sour)
huh, you one of them n-ggas? we smack them (we smack them)
i run my block, my back board (my sh-t)
you n-ggas be going through iphones, this b-tch’ll cheat through tracfone (she different)
i really don’t know your agenda (i don’t)
you sharing this ho, are you tender? (are you tender?)
i’m still in my hood with k!llers, you come through this b-tch, it’s hot in december (gangster)
[chorus: dcg shun & rob49]
body count, big ol’ stick on me, i walk ’em down (bodies out)
heard he gangster ’til we pop out, then he don’t come around (’til we pop out)
i brought k!llers with me, how many bodies he got? i done lost count (how?)
how you plugged in but you shot with us every time you come in town? (walk, walk)
heard she like me, like— (uh-uh)
’cause i’m icy, icy (but i am)
ain’t no bullets fight me, uh
ain’t no n-gga like me (he ain’t like me)
i can’t f-ck for free, nope
b-tch, this d-ck is pricey (uh-huh)
diamonds on my white tee, uh (uh-huh)
ain’t no n-gga like me (uh-huh, yeah)

[verse 3: rob49]
ain’t no n-gga like me, yeah (yeah)
lookin’ like i’m sellin’ crack (yeah)
tryna put them pills down, but sometimes i still be tryna take ’em there (sometimes i still be tryna take ’em there)
tryna play it cool, but i still wan’ put that belt to them n-ggas ass (yeah)
he ain’t do a thing about his mans (yeah), lil’ bro spinnin’ like a ceiling fan (yeah)
lord (lord), feelin’ like tony montana, freak hoes in miami, n-gga, hmm (freak hoes in miami)
bad hoes call me handsome, your ho call me daddy, n-gga, hmm (your ho call me daddy)
i done got my bag up, i done got my racks up, n-gga, hmm (yeah)
way he whip that crack up, d-mn near took his hand off, n-gga (d-mn near took his hand off)

[chorus: dcg shun]
body count, big ol’ stick on me, i walk ’em down (bodies out)
heard he gangster ’til we pop out, then he don’t come around (’til we pop out)
i brought k!llers with me, how many bodies he got? i done lost count (how?)
how you plugged in but you shot with us every time you come in town? (walk, walk)
heard she like me, like— (uh-uh)
’cause i’m icy, icy (but i am)
ain’t no bullets fight me, uh
ain’t no n-gga like me (he ain’t like me)
i can’t f-ck for free, nope
b-tch, this d-ck is pricey (uh-huh)
diamonds on my white tee, uh (uh-huh)
ain’t no n-gga like me (uh-huh)

- dcg brothers

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