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letra de mr. bodybag - fangmadesoso

[intro]
(so so, wait, mr. bodybag)

[chorus: so so]
—up on me—, —up on me—, —on me, yet i’m always on my phone
lucid thoughts and lucid dreams, i think i’m too up in my zone
broken heart, i feel defeated, think i’m better off alone
vivid memories replay up in my mind, make me atone
ptsd, do not you test me, i might turn you to a body bag
you might run away but, you stop me when ya’ body tagged
i hit you in yo’ spine, you disconnect, i make yo’ body lag
i don’t miss a shot, that’s why they call me mister body bag

[verse 1: so so]
you don’t want the smoke, i’m mister hands, n-gga, we boxin’
learned to hook straight from tamar, i wanna see yo’ body droppin’
they see me with the smoke, my opps turn into johnny stockton
thеy assist game be 100, til’ they meet mе now they boxed in
i ain’t known to get a bag because the bag be gettin’ me
he lost his life but that’s ight ’cause i flipped him into green
they smoking bougies like a blunt but, do not pass that sh-t to me
i love money, i love fangnem and i love smokin’ my weed
i’m bouta bag, i’m paper chasing, flip that sh-t no hesitation
y’all got shots but, will not take it
thinkin’, will i really make it
you not gang, you second guessing, you messed up now learn yo’ lesson
i love counting up my commas, why would i count up my blessings
i’m a devil in disguise, he want beef, it come with fries
envy me, i make the choppa, shout the sweetest caroline
ba, ba, ba, gone twist ya’, learn to fear that number 9
stay on the low, i up that score keep higher points than columbine
shot him in the leg and now that boy, he get to jerkin
got yo’ shawty all up on me on my body and she flirtin’
she love to shake her hips, she up on me and she twerkin’
she love to swallow kids, she up on me and she xertzin’
[chorus: so so]
don’t n0body checkup on me, yet i’m always on my phone
lucid thoughts and lucid dreams, i think i’m too up in my zone
broken heart, i feel defeated, think i’m better off alone
vivid memories replay up in my mind, make me atone
ptsd, do not you test me, i might turn you to a body bag
you might run away but, you stop me when ya’ body tagged
i hit you in yo’ spine, you disconnect, i make yo’ body lag
i don’t miss a shot, that’s why they call me mister body bag

[verse 2: snoozy]
get ya’ racks up, n-gga, get yo’ swag up
n-ggas tryin’ talk bout’ me, get yo’ dad up
and i’m tryna smoke this weed, n-gga, back up
and yo’ b-tch wanna f-ck ’cause i got racks n-gga
sh-t yo’ ass up, n-gga, get yo’ bag up
two hoes on me and she like the swag, yeah
i don’t love that b-tch, i only like cash, yeah
where i get this sh-t? i get it from my dad, yeah
high as sh-t, i’m in my zone, yo’ b-tch finna bring me home
no, i’m not no al capone, yo’ b-tch finna eat me whole
baby, that’s why i’m alone, i did this sh-t on my own
me and so so bouta blow and in her ass and her body, hoe

[chorus: so so]
don’t n0body checkup on me, yet i’m always on my phone
lucid thoughts and lucid dreams, i think i’m too up in my zone
broken heart, i feel defeated, think i’m better off alone
vivid memories replay up in my mind, make me atone
ptsd, do not you test me, i might turn you to a body bag
you might run away but, you stop me when ya’ body tagged
i hit you in yo’ spine, you disconnect, i make yo’ body lag
i don’t miss a shot, that’s why they call me mister body bag

- fangmadesoso

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