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letra de bodies - t-rock

n-gg-s don’t want no smoke…

[hook] 2x
real g’s, we do real things, what you know about it?
on that bullsh-t, got them sticks, what you know about it?
savin’ these hoes, never that, they for everybody
get that cheese doe, n-gg-s don’t want no smoke, my k!llas got bodies

[verse 1]
i rip this sh-t, swag of a pimp so watch yo f-ckin’ self hoe
if i pull yo b-tch i’ma work her for every dollar, play that hoe like a cello
one love to college p, the south side in this hoe like h-llo
will i ever be sucker by suckers to do sucker sh-t in the game again? h-ll no
i’m a p-i-m-p, my n-i-n-e keep haters up off me for really doe
n-gg-s testin’ my gangsta get left in the ic, you barely alive, you don’t hear me doe
one-eight-seven is my tendency on the enemy therefore the k!llin’ is serial
i’m a force to be reckoned with all by myself but my army is also imperial
you a washed up lil b-tch and ya mentally in a bad place, my area 51 k!llas’ll spray
i got a few shooters in memphis and also in california livin’ right up your way
i thought you knew that i’m from college p, playas acknowledgin’ me as the g.o.a.t
chew your favorite rapper up and spit him out for lunch if the f-ck n-gg- f-ckin’ with me
on my mind i’m seein’ dollar signs, a verbal columbine if you in school with a beast
undermine the enemy and execute ’em all, how they try to do you and me
i don’t fear illuminati, i’m illuminated in god, i am true elite
n-gg-s who don’t fear me in the present, listen to me in the future b-tch you will see

[verse 2]
ghetto hero, tell the truth, why you cowards lyin’?
can’t be seen for reasons of who i’m empowered by
i am god’s guy, praise him high for his perfect plan
help me charge my spirit now it’s back to work again
workin’ hand, bible in my dash, ridin’ eightyfive
rifle in my stash, f-ck protection from you crazy guys
i am crazy too, don’t want to but i will spray you too
light that -ss up in the back like “b-tch look what you made me do”
rsm is who i be, the mob is me, my word is bless
when you f-ck with us lil b-tch you f-ckin’ with the f-ckin’ best
smith & wess, tecs on deck, vest on chest – let’s go to war
i’m from — go rip yo throat out, you can’t use yo vocal chords
f-ck yo squad n-gg-, f-ck yo side n-gg-, f-ck yo broad
in the mouth, this pimp sh-t ain’t no lie n-gg-, this da mob
it’s my job to go hard on hoes, hard on ceo’s
hard on anyone who test me lyrically i’m like c4

n-gg-s don’t want no smoke…

- t rock

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