| For people who go to school to fight instead of learn
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| (And she gon' give me neck)
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| I’m— I’m— I’m too horny
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| Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah (I can’t even, put yo' butthole)
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| Yeah, huh (On my mouth)
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| Bitch, ayy, ayy, yeah
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| (I'm not a bitch but that’s all I got, hold on, that’s all I got)
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| We gon' stomp him out
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| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah, yeah)
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| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?)
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| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck
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| So we gon' walk him down (What?)
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| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm)
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| What’s the body count?
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| We gon' stomp him out
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| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
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| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?)
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| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck
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| So we gon' walk him down (What?)
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| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm)
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| What’s the body count?
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| Put my dick, her forehead
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| Pretty bitch, gimme neck
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| I’ma replace your face when I dump out this lead
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| Put the blunt out on your baby
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| What he say? |
| I can’t hear it (Stupid)
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| It’s too loud, and it’s laced, and I don’t motherfuckin' care
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| Gettin' stupid cash but please don’t ask, I’m gettin' greedy, ayy
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| Count a hundred bands and then I laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy (Yeah, yeah,
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| yeah)
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| Big clip in the bag, don’t wear no mask, I hope you see me, ayy
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| Seven figures in the bag, ain’t finna bring it back, my niggas be eatin' ayy,
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| huh? |
| (Okay, okay)
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| Put an L right on your shit like a Lexus is
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| I bought my guns straight from Tex' like Alexis is
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| Bitch hit yo' neck, make it spin like The Exorcist (Huh? What? Um)
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| Sentimental bitch, she don’t get no text (Yeah)
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| Ice all on my wrist 'cause there’s slits on it (Yeah)
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| As-salamu alaykum piece (peace) on my hip (Yeah, look)
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| Oh, you got money do you?
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| X-ray vision, see right through you, huh (Uh)
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| You should meet this ruler, it cut through you (Yeah), Freddy Krueger, uh (Ayy)
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| That bitch Kryptonite (Yeah), she suck my dick, I’m feelin' super, huh (Yeah)
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| Stuffed money in my pillow (Hey), had a dream (Hey) like Martin Luther, uh (Hey,
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| hey)
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| We gon' stomp him out
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| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah, yeah)
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| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?)
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| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck
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| So we gon' walk him down (What?)
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| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm)
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| What’s the body count?
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| We gon' stomp him out
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| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah)
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| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?)
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| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck
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| So we gon' walk him down (What?)
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| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm)
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| What’s the body count? |
| (Stupid) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BODYCOUNT , by - Tokyo's Revenge. Song from the album 7VEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп