| Bitch I jump on beats and body shit, I body shit
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| I fuck an ugly bitch, her body thick, her body thick
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| Homo, I’ll let you and the tommy kiss, the tommy kiss
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| Don’t make me cross you off my body list, my body list
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| You fuck with us, I catch a body bitch, a body bitch
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| You try your luck, I catch a body bitch, a body bitch
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| Don’t give a fuck, I catch a body bitch, a body bitch
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| I catch the dutch then catch a body bitch, a body bitch
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| You ain’t heard I keep the Smith around, niggas flipping pounds
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| Tryna ride but you gon hit the ground, leave you missing clown
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| I got hella niggas tripping now cause niggas chipping now
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| Get you wet then make you bitches drown, like I’m fishing now
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| Hustler got me on my chicken now, in the kitchen now
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| Flow so coke they think I’m sniffing now, think I’m whipping now
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| I got all these bitches stripping now, groupies wishing now
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| On my grind it ain’t no sitting down, ain’t no switching now
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| My big bro just made em 250 I’m on a mission now
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| Wear that crown because it’s fitting now, catch you slipping now
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| Used to hate, I bet they listen now, clock is ticking now
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| Battle rappers mad, they dissing now, cats is hissing now
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| In the field, look like I’m pitching now
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| Hands is itching now
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| Tell that ho that I’m on point tonight, I got my fencing down
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| Push that rock, I’m like a Piston now, fiends is sticking round
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| Move that weight, they think I’m lifting now
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| My muscle ripping out, spitting now
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| I catch a body bitch, mister body shit
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| Shotty spit and make this body lift, 2 shots his body split
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| If I’m Shaquille, Cortez is Vadi bitch
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| Tell em stop me bitch, watch your mouth or shit get sloppy bitch
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| Catch a body quick, body bitch
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| It’s C A double dollar sign, I got to grind
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| I started from the bottom, bottom line
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| Don’t get out of line
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| My trigger finger need some
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| This 50 cal of mine, will remind you cats of Columbine
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| Get shot a lot of times, a lot of times
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| My mind set, is complex
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| I’m on the grind so I ain’t tryna rest
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| I’m tryna sign checks
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| I been the bird man since you was sucking on your mom’s breasts
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| Playing with the heat and I don’t mean that team Lebron left
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| I’m the clouds cause I hit that loud and take a big breath
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| Imma never pass a piss test, I make them bricks stretch
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| So many bullet hoes from this tec, your shirt look fish net
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| When I shoot ya, I’m your present, past, and future, Christmas
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| I know some little dudes still in middle school that ain’t got shit to lose
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| You piss em off they let that pistol off, they think that shit is cool
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| It’s not a joke, I got to smoke
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| I’m stressed, if I ain’t had no pot to smoke I would’ve got a stroke
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| Y’all forgot I’m dope, I got to spaz, body bags
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| I’m the truth, I take a polygraph, you too cocky Cass
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| Cause my cocky ass deserve to be, I do it purposely
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| I’m not a copycat that copies cats, that shit is perjury
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| You still could rap then why you stealing raps? |
| That shit is burglary
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| You a burglar, you get murdered, first second and third degree
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| That shit disturbing me, why would you hate on me and Chub raps
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| That’s hard to understand like the words to a Young Thug rap
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| Facts |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body Bitch, artist - Cassidy. Album song Don't Trust Anyone 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп