Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bodybag, artist - Dope D.O.D.. Album song Do Not Enter, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.12.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DOPE D.O.D
Song language: English
Bodybag |
Bottles poppin', acid droppin' |
Up to something classy |
Top 'n bottom, got them copping, studios stay ashy |
Every time they ask me who I am or die |
But might you do the math what I do in laughter |
Rip you cool in half |
Body bag |
Time to spec up the pension |
Skippin' you back on detention |
Press and start up the engine, engine revving |
Six ratchets pick back with us |
Tits plastic, twin sisters |
Got a couple that come to where the cave is |
Cum on their gums and on their braces |
Goodness, gracious, I’m letting the soda off blast |
Tic tac, toe tac, yours like Kodak Black |
Fiddle with a deadly weapon like it was a fidget spinner |
Several hit and while we spill and in bitter lemon |
Try to fit in everything I mentioned in a single sentence |
Dirt bag, first class, pull with the Molly pack with me |
Purse snatch, back tag, bend on the money stack crispy |
Peter Piper picked the pepper but I wonder whether we should even give a fuck |
Shut yo trap, we zip it up |
Body tracks, we zip ‘em up |
Now live it up |
Body bag, body bag |
Body bag, body bag |
Body bag, body bag |
Body bag, body bag |
Bottles poppin', acid droppin' |
Up to something classy |
Top 'n bottom, got them copping, studios stay ashy |
Every time they ask me who I am or die |
But might you do the math what I do in laughter |
Rip you cool in half |
Body bag |
Let’s get it in, hit it with a |
Free double men |
Got niggas wishin' my time was up |
But I’m a brand like Leatherman |
Body pitches like gotta get it |
Oh God, yeah we in the body business |
Don’t swear to Christ but I promise niggas |
I got a body bag for all these politicians |
You about to meet yo maker |
Niggas get shredded like paper |
Puttin' in work, no favors |
Put in sweat and labor |
I do niggas dirty, get dumped in they grave |
Close that casket, nothin' to say |
Puffin' on haze, I be chillin' all day |
When you locked away, Guatanamo Bay |
Yeah, keep running away, keep running away |
Come to collect when pay |
Give me your life and I’m accolades |
We gon' strip 'em down to the bare bone |
With my Bear Grylls, I go bare boom |
With his |
Body bag |
Zip 'em up |
Niggas talking tough but they face is fuckin' mush |
Motherfuckers better duck and pack a punch like Powerpuff |
See, I can’t get enough to seduce and pump it through my veins |
Body bag |