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letra de body - jimmy wopo

[intro: jimmy wopo]
jordan kobe on these hoes, ayy
n-body but my dogs, i ain’t have n-body, n-gg-
yeah yeah

[chorus: jimmy wopo]
trappin’ out my grandma’s i ain’t have n-body
when we was down bad i ain’t have n-body
n-gg-s couldn’t hang with us if they ain’t have no body
we’ll take a n-gg-‘s bag and he ain’t got n-body
perky on my bones, molly on my body
n-gg- we ain’t playin’, take your head off your body
i could never be another n-gg-‘s body
b-tch we on your -ss, better watch your body

[verse 1: jimmy wopo]
pour a four, i got that drop in my drink
i ain’t finna tell no stories, n-gg- f-ck what you think
i got a body early, listen to me, hear me
oh you a k!ller, really? really really feel me
you ain’t creepin’ on them cameras up to project buildings
b-tch i’m on the second floor, dope up in the ceiling
i’m just plotting to drop a n-gg-, not drug dealing
my youngin’ ridin’ a rock n-gg-, like corey dillon
puttin’ up money for n-gg-s for when they come from prison
weak n-gg-s runnin’ they mouth, we send ’em to the dentist
call up t-roy and fatboy, yeah they take care of business
call up mojo and t-roy, you know they handle chickens

[verse 2: maxo kream]
[?], amber, nicki, j-lo, buffy when it come to bodies
pullin’ up to parties, glocks and shotties, shoot up everybody
go and and ask my mommy if you doubt me, i was doin’ homis
fool with the tool, too cool, scottie 2 hottie
aim the sig at your wig, i don’t shoot at bodies
flood your brain like a squid, kalamari
ladi-dadi, aks and shotties
old school shooters, like atari
voices in my head sayin’ maxo go and k!ll a n-gg-
monkey -ss n-gg-s, we gorillas, make me peel a n-gg-
treat ’em like a pack, wrap ’em up, then we seal a n-gg-
like a gas station, grab the pump, then i fill a n-gg-

[verse 3: jimmy wopo]
shout out to my n-gg- norm, give me aves for forty
i feel like louie with this tec, big stuntin’ like porky
b-tch i run ’em back to back out the back like dolci
i got two choppers in the back of the ‘lac of the four seat
if we can’t get ’em we spin back and attack in the morning
i ball like jordan and black mamba, i’m dunking like kobe
call up gin-bili, ain’t a day that lil bro bro ain’t toting
manman with the stamps, we posted
f-ck hoes, don’t sugar coat it
and a n-gg- can’t sip my codeine
and a n-gg- can’t beat my co-d
n-gg- live the suite life like cody
free mook, t-do, and brody
i’m a real n-gg-, young og
n-gg- can’t ever lil bro me
f-ck n-gg- gotta show me

- jimmy wopo

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