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letra de body shit - kappalot

she died in there, juckus x-y, uh, yeah

we gon’ find out where he stay, and we gon’ hit that f-cking l!ck
that lil’ b-tch, she f-cking with my vibe, i told her take a pic
me and gang gon’ find out where he stay, we gon’ hit the l!ck
that lil’ b-tch, she f-cking with my vibe, i told her take that pic

man, she lacking all this sh-t, she love the way i d-ck her in
i just hit that b-tch, get all my sh-t, she ain’t no skin-to-skin
what the f-ck? i grabbed that pole and then i put that sh-t right in
did her down on all that sh-t, now they streaming how that hit

i called up on that drill, we gotta get him, hit
that n-gga’s daddy got stomped in front of his f-cking kids
we just hate them n-ggas so much, they don’t wanna get it in
me and gang, we step on sh-t, you know we put that pain right in

sfg, that be my team, and we don’t ever f-ck with gits
me and gang, we in that b-tch, and we just holding on that stick
no h0m-, i just gotta draco, that b-tch just got a d-ck
who the f-ck you shot at, bro? you missed all of them sh-ts

me and gang gon’ find out where he stay, we gon’ get him hit
told that b-tch, “you hitting on my d-ck,” i told her take a pic
pass that b-tch to chris, ’cause that he finna body sh-t
me and gary body sh-t, jersey knows we solid, sh-t
n-ggas try to steal my flow, but they ass can’t copy it
eat the f-ck off all of us, keep a smith like karate kid
push him back, that n-gga froze, now watch his body twitch
reconstructed n-gga’s face, we told that b-tch to remodel it

tell that n-gga drop the low, ’cause he not really dropping it
me and gang, n-ggas see bodies, all them bodies dropping quick
roll up, gon’ send a song, you know we gotta body it
all these bodies dropping quick, i told that b-tch, “let’s pop some sh-t.”

i’m just trying to catch a n-gga lacking, trying to get him hit
we gon’ wait outside his job until that n-gga change his shift
all these n-ggas hit my phone, and they just trying to compensate
i call up chris to get him hit, that b-tch fled, we gotta skip

me and chris, we run that drill, we gon’ take that f-cking trip
all these n-ggas talking sh-t, sfg, we getting lit
i ain’t never been no b-tch, you know that i just body sh-t
me and gang, we step on sh-t, keep a smith & wesson, b-tch

man, i run on me and bro, this lethal weapon ’bout to hit
beating up that n-gga pops, we see his dad, we step on this
rash sh-t like a f-cking game, i’ll come first and second, b-tch

and i really love my b-tch, i’m thanking god she heaven-sent
pushing back that n-gga’s sh-t, that n-gga met the reverend
running up the pinks and blues, we never count deficits
in my last name, i be irwin, keeping mac-11, b-tch
i bet that 3.7 hit, do this sh-t with emphasis
you can’t beef with me, you broke, ’cause your life get ended quick
9-4 and 2-6, we running up through jeffersons
i feel like ice cube, keep my gaps, i’m all about the benjamins

uh, yeah, yeah

- kappalot

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