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letra de bodies everywhere - lil gunsmoke

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[intro]
(thanks, ghost)
go (yeah, b-tch)
long live my brother, he smoked your b-tch-ass cousin, f-ck it (p-ssy)
(this sh-t gon’ be crazy, drezz) go (boom, boom)

[chorus]
we stackin’ bodies on bodies, we ain’t talkin’ eye for eye (facts)
them dark hounds like bl–dy mary, speak on us, b-tch ass gon’ die (grrah)
dead-ass opp hopped up in a whip, nice-ass n-gga in the sky (gone)
probably bored as h-ll, so we sent his ass to the high (b-tch)

[verse]
i’m rich as f-ck now (cha-ching)
i slid enough, them bodies, i just buy ‘em out (bags)
raw-ass b-tch couldn’t suck it right, don’t give a f-ck, she gotta bounce (bye, hoe)
talkin’ ‘bout a date, lil’ b-tch, i ain’t your guy (nah)
talkin’ ‘bout eatin’, hoe, are you high? (what?)
try mе? you gon’ die if you try (grrah, grrah, grrah)
stackin’ real hats, i don’t flex attеmpts (facts)
but this lil’ n-gga half dead, i gon’ brag on this (boom)
hit to the head, use a bag when he sh-t (pack him)
i suit up, n-gga, i don’t gotta diss (swish, swish)
fan-ass b-tch tryna sneak a pic (stop)
called my phone, i slid real quick (skrrt, skrrt)
lil’ b-tch cool, but she not it (nah)
what i spend on drugs? n-ggas can’t fit (cha-ching)
my opps gettin’ passed, they ass need to quit (facts)
i’m so turnt, ain’t touchin’ my b-tch (p-ssy)
glock 23 make a b-tch n-gga twitch (grrah)
don’t touch that glock if it ain’t got a switch, b-tch (boom)
go, these weak-ass n-ggas be bappin’ (cap)
you could label me a rapper ‘cause i signed a deal, but i still out clappin’ (facts)
make a n-gga vanish, i do magic (poof)
lil’ n-gga died at school, that sh-t tragic (dead)
won’t tj me up in traffic, rule number one, don’t panic (nah)
clapped his ass, you can’t tell me what happened (grrah)
dirty-ass n-ggas talkin’ ‘bout trappin’ (stop)
instead of rappin’, n-ggas need to be clappin’ (facts)
before i was rappin’, they knew i was lampin’ (lampin’)
[chorus]
we stackin’ bodies on bodies, we ain’t talkin’ eye for eye (facts)
them dark hounds like bl–dy mary, speak on us, b-tch ass gon’ die (grrah)
dead-ass opp hopped up in a whip, nice-ass n-gga in the sky (gone)
probably bored as h-ll, so we sent his ass to the high (b-tch)

[outro]
long live my brother, he smoked your b-tch-ass cousin (p-ssy)
go, go (boom, boom)

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