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letra de body bag - monaleo

[intro]
ayy, look
i don’t give a f-ck about the next b-tch, she lame (dummy)
i don’t give a f-ck about the next b-tch, she—
yeah, okay, let’s go
body bag, body bag, body bag

[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck about the next b-tch, she lame (uh-huh)
and i don’t give a f-ck about that clique that she claim
i’m a whole different b-tch, me and her is not the same (nope)
and i’m hotter than a b-tch, l’m a whole different flame
[verse 1]
you know the motherf-ckin’ name, i go by l-e-o (b-tch)
two things i ain’t never been, and that’s a b-tch or a ho (yeah, yeah)
i need them racks if you gon’ book me for a motherf-ckin’ show (uh-huh)
yеah, they know f-cked up when thеy let a p b-tch through the do’
okay, look, b-tch
na-na-na, boo-boo, yo’ n-gga love me (ha)
he gon’ spend them racks before i ever let him touch me (n-gga what?)
zip up yo’ pants, i want that neck, you cannot f-ck me (ew)
yeah, he know i’m prettier than a b-tch, but i get ugly
b-tch, i will k!ll you and let my cousin do a tiktok on yo’ grave (ho)
let a ho try me and i’ma bust her ass like dave (uh-huh)
i don’t f-ck wit’ none of these b-tches, they can’t even get a wave (bye)
i just heard yo’ album, it wasn’t givin’ what it was ‘posed to have gave
ayy, i could be at my weddin’ and i still wouldn’t trust a n-gga (sl-t, thot)
true sh-t
opp b-tches hatin’, linkin’ up, and takin’ group pics (uh-huh)
i don’t give a f-ck about no rap b-tch, i do this (dumb b-tch)
yo’ n-gga a thot, i’m in his mouth like a toothpick (yeah)
super sl-t (yeah), he gon’ give it up, he like my music (yeah, yeah)

[chorus]
i don’t give a f-ck about the next b-tch, she lame (ew)
and i don’t give a f-ck about that clique that she claim
i’m a whole different b-tch, me and her is not the same (uh-huh)
and i’m hotter than a b-tch, l’m a whole different flame (yeah)
you know the motherf-ckin’ name (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
[verse 2]
these b-tches know what’s up wit’ me
i walk in any room, i feel the tension, b-tches muggin’ me (b-tch)
it’s ’cause they n-ggas lovin’ me (yeah)
but yo’ n-gga a dub to me (uh-huh)
i treat him like a fly ’cause he a gnat and he be buggin’ me (ew)
big leo, ain’t no touchin’ me (b-tch)
ho, watch yo’ mouth before you come up missin’ (uh-huh)
i don’t throw no slugs but you will die for doin’ all that dissin’ (yeah)
ho, you ain’t no bully, you a b-tch, stop wit’ all that fiction (ho)
’cause when i seen her she was shakin’, throwin’ up, and p-ssin’ (ah-ha)
yeah, body bag (yeah), body bag (yeah), body bag (yeah)
b-tch, come out the house, i’m on yo’ block, i’m in a pontiac (b-tch)
cold world, that’s why i swing a stick and wear a hockey mask (uh-huh)
b-tches say it’s up when they see me (okay)

[post-chorus]
p-ssy ho stay in yo’ place (b-tch)
the sh-t they say on twitter they wouldn’t say it to my face (at all)
they gon’ make me catch a case (yeah)
get ’em gone without a trace (yeah, yeah, uh-huh)
hoes wanna fight me? fight yo’ stylist for that lace (b-tch)
that sh-t is a disgrace (uh-huh)
ayy, it’s a marathon, not a race (go)
l’m takin’ my time, i know my pace (okay)
shoutout keke, that’s my ace (yeah)
and we walk around wit’ sticks (yeah, yeah), this ain’t no mace (yeah, uh-huh)
hoes broke, but me, l’m laughin’ to the bank shoutout to chase

- monaleo

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