| Bottles poppin', acid droppin'
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| Up to something classy
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| Top 'n bottom, got them copping, studios stay ashy
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| Every time they ask me who I am or die
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| But might you do the math what I do in laughter
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| Rip you cool in half
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| Body bag
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| Time to spec up the pension
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| Skippin' you back on detention
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| Press and start up the engine, engine revving
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| Six ratchets pick back with us
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| Tits plastic, twin sisters
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| Got a couple that come to where the cave is
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| Cum on their gums and on their braces
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| Goodness, gracious, I’m letting the soda off blast
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| Tic tac, toe tac, yours like Kodak Black
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| Fiddle with a deadly weapon like it was a fidget spinner
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| Several hit and while we spill and in bitter lemon
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| Try to fit in everything I mentioned in a single sentence
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| Dirt bag, first class, pull with the Molly pack with me
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| Purse snatch, back tag, bend on the money stack crispy
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| Peter Piper picked the pepper but I wonder whether we should even give a fuck
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| Shut yo trap, we zip it up
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| Body tracks, we zip ‘em up
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| Now live it up
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| Body bag, body bag
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| Body bag, body bag
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| Body bag, body bag
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| Body bag, body bag
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| Bottles poppin', acid droppin'
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| Up to something classy
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| Top 'n bottom, got them copping, studios stay ashy
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| Every time they ask me who I am or die
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| But might you do the math what I do in laughter
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| Rip you cool in half
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| Body bag
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| Let’s get it in, hit it with a
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| Free double men
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| Got niggas wishin' my time was up
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| But I’m a brand like Leatherman
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| Body pitches like gotta get it
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| Oh God, yeah we in the body business
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| Don’t swear to Christ but I promise niggas
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| I got a body bag for all these politicians
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| You about to meet yo maker
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| Niggas get shredded like paper
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| Puttin' in work, no favors
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| Put in sweat and labor
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| I do niggas dirty, get dumped in they grave
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| Close that casket, nothin' to say
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| Puffin' on haze, I be chillin' all day
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| When you locked away, Guatanamo Bay
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| Yeah, keep running away, keep running away
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| Come to collect when pay
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| Give me your life and I’m accolades
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| We gon' strip 'em down to the bare bone
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| With my Bear Grylls, I go bare boom
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| With his
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| Body bag
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| Zip 'em up
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| Niggas talking tough but they face is fuckin' mush
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| Motherfuckers better duck and pack a punch like Powerpuff
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| See, I can’t get enough to seduce and pump it through my veins
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| Body bag |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bodybag , by - Dope D.O.D.. Song from the album Do Not Enter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп