letra de bodied (remix) - khaii
[verse]
i can do this with my eyes closed
hangin’ rappers on the line like i hang clothes
y’all n-gg-s straight garbage, disposed
“she bad dawg!” you caught me, i’m exposed
he called you one side while i chose
from mi eye deh ah mi knee, i got hoes
why the fakes always lying? watch their nose grow
he pinocchio, he on some sh-t yo
“b-mboclaate!”, is all i hear in the studio
i know, my flow, like a rhino
buck yuh harder than rappers that i know
and if yuh neva know dawg, yaah guh find out
i lowkey got your wife singing high notes
i ain’t c-cky, i just got jokes
yuh nah laugh? alright, mi done now
every, thing, gets, bodied
choppin’ up beats like i’m mr. miyagi
i do know karate, my sensei a n-z-
these fakes wanna copy, haters wanna stop me
can’t give a crown to a khvngg, yah
greatness is all that i bring, yah
they hating cause i live in sin
but they sin too, that is the thing
normally i would just hit, now i will hit it then cuddle
everything changed
switched from a low to a range
a n-gg- stopped getting in trouble
funny thing is i run sh-t when i’m sitting down
growing up, need a bigger crown
f-ck being quiet, imma make a sound
your girl a fan, now she in my town
living legend, i been ballin’
no dialing, but i been callin’ the shots
and i rap too real, so these fakes don’t wanna hear it
they just listen just to say sh-t
then they say i’m g-y, they d-mn right
that’s why a n-gg- can’t think straight
so i penetrate these p-ssy n-gg-s until they disintegrate
n-gg-s acting shady, this kid been praying lately
and i hate these hating -ss n-gg-s, hate when they try hard to phase me
and they know it will never work
tell them keep talking
i got swag, call me patrick swayze
and i bodied this and i’m f-cking lazy
i paper chase doe, rap n-gg-s tryna steal my lang doe
and n-gg-s wanna be rappers, can’t speak english
i balance my raps, like a gymnast
got the flexibility, i love a challenge
you a wanna be n-gg-, i got the talent
born ready, so i been ready
skinny b-tch, pockets heavy
on a pedestal, you bas-m-nt
ion ask sh-t, i make statements
heard there’s a b-tch better, there’s no replacement
walking over this beat like a pavement
this rap sh-t, my sixth sense
they say i’m getting cold, too intense
with all due respect, n-gg- no offense
you gotta make dollars or it won’t make sense
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