Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Body Parts , by - Migos. Release date: 26.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Body Parts |
| Yah! |
| Young rich nigga |
| Migos in the building |
| Young rich nigga shit, man |
| Fuck wrong with these niggas man… |
| Go! |
| Yo' bitch wanna fuck the squad |
| Cause she see exotic cars |
| Them niggas hating on your boy |
| Bow, bow, gruow, gruow |
| We got body parts |
| Young rich nigga tryna see a milli |
| I got niggas that’ll get you for a meal ticket |
| I know niggas that remix, re-rock the whole chicken |
| I feel like the president, Richard Nixon |
| Gotta watch for them snake niggas plotting |
| Young rich nigga |
| I’m walking around with the rocket |
| I ain’t seen you in two years so how I fuck with you? |
| I ain’t even gon' touch you I’ma let my man’s get you |
| I pull up and pop in the trunk and it looking like hopscotch, big blocks |
| Remember me hitting the juugs and licks, and ducking and dodging the cops |
| I feel like 2Pac, it’s me against the world and I can’t be stopped |
| It’s me in the drop, came from holes in my sock, and now I got guap |
| Gruow, gruow, gruow we got body parts |
| I don’t need no body guard, I just use my face card |
| In the kitchen frying fishes, got to come with tartar sauce |
| Call me Pastor Takeoff, healing niggas Peter Popoff |
| I’m A1 nigga no stakes off |
| Baking the birdies, I’m having a bake-off |
| Extorting these niggas and money they pay off |
| These niggas got work but ain’t working they late off |
| I hop out the Porsche like I’m Jeffrey Dahmer |
| A living legend, Ronald McDonald |
| My wrist terminator, but I am no Arnold |
| Football Xans, I call 'em Hey Arnold |
| Fuck nigga talking hit 'em with extensions |
| Throw 'em in the river now the nigga missing |
| Fuck nigga tripping I pan |
| I hit em with semi’s he don’t even see it |
| If I catch a body I’m gonna be innocent |
| Clear the whole scene and I’m leaving no witnesses |
| Everybody get it even civilians |
| The only people that I spare is the children |
| I’m sending you niggas to take away your body parts |
| Karate chop that nigga like it’s martial-arts |
| Shot that nigga left 'em at the park |
| Put the pussy nigga on a milk carton |
| My choppa banana-clipped, it got a knife |
| Don’t roll the dice nigga you risk your life |
| I’m pouring up lean on your grave-site |
| I throw him the bullet he catch it like Jerry Rice |
| Ugh, fuck a bitch cause it’s Thug Life |
| Smoking good cause my plug right |
| 200k sold on my debut release |
| 200 felons locked up from the team |
| Popping 200 bottles the day they release |
| Yes, I am deceased, meaning I’m raiding from all of these sheets |
| Get Rich or Die Tryin' keep that on repeat |
| And all these bitches is trying to get on me |
| And I fuck all of them hoes, got 2 cell phones, can’t none of them call me |