Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BB (BODYBAG), artist - slowthai. Date of issue: 14.05.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BB (BODYBAG) |
| But the voice in my head kill everyone |
| Put a boy in the ER (ER) |
| One phone call can get a man gone |
| Pullin' up in a blacked out Beamer |
| You play too many games, these boys live in VR |
| I hate liars so I set fires, tie him up, then we pull with pliers |
| Boxin', your teeth, huh? |
| (Baow) |
| Gimme the loot, out of the loop |
| Call up the troops, too quick to shoot |
| No football boots, been the same since youts |
| And life weren’t cute like K-K, K-K |
| You smoke too much kale, pint of lager |
| We don’t do ale, man don’t fail |
| Brother got twelve for a kidnap and didn’t get no bail |
| Mac D’s diet, loudest in the room and they should’ve stayed quiet (Shh) |
| Move in silence, then we get violent (Brrt) |
| Wet a boy up and his chest like Poseidon |
| You don’t know me, cat’s O-D |
| Had to watch them die and shit gave me nightmares |
| Head in my hands, I was cryin', m-way speedin' in the right lane |
| Reach to your right and these lines that you’re hypin' |
| Need to be enlightened, roll to your crib |
| Light it up like a photoshoot, what you know about lightin'? |
| What you know about lightin'? |
| My allure (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh) |
| Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha) |
| I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom) |
| Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh) |
| Talkin' wicked, man, you’re a dickhead, man, I break jaws |
| Round of applause, redefine physics |
| Turn you into a spirit, let nature take course |
| Big bang, blink and you miss it |
| If you went on the dole then you bottom out, raw |
| Begging on the floor for a nought point four, shit, are you different? |
| Draw |
| Trackie bottoms, your socks, take tills from shops |
| 'Cause I never had a lot and I wanted more |
| Put a boy in a box, put a hole in the door |
| Like my name’s Roy Shaw, I’m a pretty boy, course |
| Litty boy Short get fucked on all fours |
| Real men don’t ever, ever say pause |
| Ringin' up my giff-gaff |
| You get Christmas gift-wrapped, call me Santa Claus |
| Banter me, we don’t laugh or speak |
| I can see you’re weak, had to tuck your tail |
| Tuck your chain, what you know about pain? |
| I can see it in your face, you’re a pussy, you’re frail |
| Mountain peak, council house, then I violate |
| Sniff cocaine 'til my eyes go dilate |
| I’ma dial it, like Dire Straits |
| How I move so far away? |
| Certain man don’t wanna listen |
| Get beat up and they wan' play victim |
| If this was a movie, I’ll be the villain |
| You’ll be the bitch I’m killin' |
| Coin in the well, keep wishin', shit could’ve been so different |
| Now on your grave, I’m pissin', rest in peace, you dickhead |
| My allure (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh) |
| Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha) |
| I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom) |
| Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh) |
| My young lord (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh) |
| Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha) |
| I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom) |
| Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh) |