letra de bodies - the butcher of bakersfield
[intro: traysonty]
konichiwa
it’s traysonty
i’m locked up
i’m f-cking sick and i’m locked up
and i need help
send the f-cking help
i’m locked up in j-pan, tokyo
i’m in the bas-m-nt of a f-cking tailor
help me now, please
traysonty signing out
[pre chorus: the butcher of bakersfield]
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
[producer tag:]
jigsippi done it again
[chorus: the butcher of bakersfield]
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
[verse 1: the butcher of bakersfield]
off the drank i’m sick as f-ck
angel wings gon lift him up
big ass pistol on me tucked
ain’t no way, don’t push your luck
ain’t no fake inside my blood
free t-money from the mud
mg call me say wassup
ghetto smosh they get the dub
when i walk into the club, you need to watch your hoe
on everything i love, i’ll never sell my soul
ima buy a brand new gun, cause i’m in that mode
never running out of funds, i got h-lla dough
[chorus: the butcher of bakersfield]
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch bodies, bodies, bodies
[verse 2: jigsippi]
butcher catching bodies
i got raf on my body, yeah i’m smoking molly
if you hate what i do, then (?)
got all these (?) in my veins, turn to f-cking (?)
got all these feds in my face, stop tryna f-cking control me
i can’t do this sh-t no more, no one f-cking knows me
feel like carti, i got diamonds but they ain’t from johnny
me and butcher really do this sh-t, yeah we catching hommies
[outro: the butcher of bakersfield]
bodies, bodies, bodies
i drop bodies, bodies, bodies
i catch hommies, hommies, hommies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
she got bodies, bodies, bodies
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