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letra de body bag - quando rondo

that’s what i thought you said
now let me offer this as a reb-ttal
ayy, ayy, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, ayy, gang, gang

[verse]
they say lil nahmir where you been at? i’m just p-ssin’ a breeze
i been runnin’ up a check, that’s why these b-tches on me
i been coolin’, layin’ low, but i’m not takin’ a seat
but just know a n-gga back and this time i won’t leave
i been runnin’, runnin’, runnin’, gotta check me a bag
i got hunnids on my neck and i got trues on my -ss
n-ggas said i’m goin’ broke, well i just take it and laugh
i be speedin’ in that foreign with five-o on my -ss
but i’m that n-gga, i won’t ever change, rubbin’ off the paint
smokin’ dank, got a uzi in my lap, i let it bang
free lil tay, know he keep a ‘k, but he not tay-k
i up the chop and let it blow him, watch this b-tch heat his face, i’m that n-gga
and all my young n-ggas pullin’ triggers, we gorillas
we let this b-tch off until you feel us, for you n-ggas
that’s always on ig with them yiggies, takin’ pictures
is you really gon’ use ’em or you just loafin’ for them b-tches?
you n-ggas really hoes and you be acting like these b-tches
you n-ggas say y’all silent but y’all probably in there snitchin’
most the n-ggas that’s around me throwin c’s like they crippin’
but they do it for the twins, free lil corey and lil christian
but i’m rockin’ with my shooters and that’s mandatory
one up top like i’m mozzy, b-tch i keep a 40
you say i’m lackin’, n-gga try me, shoot you and yo’ shorty
i’m cookin up in the lab like i’m rick and morty
40 poppa, hit a mobsta, turn your brain to pasta
hit a opp up, dreads sw-ngin’ just like i’m a rasta
smokin’ ganja and i’m zooted, walkin’ in my pradas
any n-gga test my gangsta n-gga, i’ma pop ’em
and we ain’t throwin’ hands with you f-ck n-ggas
it’s one up top up in that chamber, better duck n-gga
n-ggas dissin’ on lil valley, he get slumped n-gga
we shoot his body then we lay him in that trunk n-gga
i’m one-hundo, b-tch that’s on my life, i will never fold
a n-gga speakin on lil quay, well then that n-gga gotta go
i’m really small but i can fight but i’ma still up that pole
for you n-ggas think i’m p-ssy, you gon’ have to show me, ho
police always at my f-ckin’ crib, i don’t tell ’em sh-t
i’m really rapping ’bout this f-ckin life, that i f-ckin’ live
but i be coolin’, tryna focus on them f-ckin’ dividends
but if it’s money near yo’ head, well i’ma f-ckin get it, man

[outro]
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang
ayy, ayy, gang, gang, gang

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