letra de body bags 4 - selfmxdebless
[intro]
surly
[chorus]
swing fists at your f-cking bro, left and right
knocking out at your team, back to back, right at midnight
i’m so sick from all these years, flashbacks getting me so tight
being careful in my castle, make the mirrors so d-mn bright
[verse]
she hop on me, playing some hopscotch
taking your wife, i give her the hot spot
still coming here making brand new hot drops
too many fakes, their face i’ma crop out
we’ll make another round, doing so good with the sun around
i can’t f-ck with the underground
f-ck ’em up, leave the bodies found
too many numbers, i can’t count
come on, my n-gga, i’m not gonna be p-ssed
but if you mess with my top, it’s finna’ get lit
what the f-ck is your cooking? you burnt out that sh-t
do not burn your hands, b-tch, you might need some mits’
black bags on me, finished wars only
turn it up, we break a house, exploding hearts out to sony
punch a mad man, tapped in
you can’t bring your cr-p in
we gon’ get to scr-pping
running like you’re lapping
p-ssy, get your mans, boy
i’m not who you stand, boy
f-ck up out my face, ‘fore you’ll have to lose this land, boy
[chorus]
swing fists at your f-cking bro, left and right
knocking out at your team, back to back, right at midnight
i’m so sick from all these years, flashbacks getting me so tight
being careful in my castle, make the mirrors so d-mn bright
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