Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BODYCOUNT, artist - Tokyo's Revenge. Album song 7VEN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 10.09.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tokyo’s Revenge
Song language: English
BODYCOUNT |
| For people who go to school to fight instead of learn |
| (And she gon' give me neck) |
| I’m— I’m— I’m too horny |
| Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah (I can’t even, put yo' butthole) |
| Yeah, huh (On my mouth) |
| Bitch, ayy, ayy, yeah |
| (I'm not a bitch but that’s all I got, hold on, that’s all I got) |
| We gon' stomp him out |
| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah, yeah) |
| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?) |
| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck |
| So we gon' walk him down (What?) |
| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm) |
| What’s the body count? |
| We gon' stomp him out |
| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah) |
| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?) |
| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck |
| So we gon' walk him down (What?) |
| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm) |
| What’s the body count? |
| Put my dick, her forehead |
| Pretty bitch, gimme neck |
| I’ma replace your face when I dump out this lead |
| Put the blunt out on your baby |
| What he say? |
| I can’t hear it (Stupid) |
| It’s too loud, and it’s laced, and I don’t motherfuckin' care |
| Gettin' stupid cash but please don’t ask, I’m gettin' greedy, ayy |
| Count a hundred bands and then I laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy (Yeah, yeah, |
| yeah) |
| Big clip in the bag, don’t wear no mask, I hope you see me, ayy |
| Seven figures in the bag, ain’t finna bring it back, my niggas be eatin' ayy, |
| huh? |
| (Okay, okay) |
| Put an L right on your shit like a Lexus is |
| I bought my guns straight from Tex' like Alexis is |
| Bitch hit yo' neck, make it spin like The Exorcist (Huh? What? Um) |
| Sentimental bitch, she don’t get no text (Yeah) |
| Ice all on my wrist 'cause there’s slits on it (Yeah) |
| As-salamu alaykum piece (peace) on my hip (Yeah, look) |
| Oh, you got money do you? |
| X-ray vision, see right through you, huh (Uh) |
| You should meet this ruler, it cut through you (Yeah), Freddy Krueger, uh (Ayy) |
| That bitch Kryptonite (Yeah), she suck my dick, I’m feelin' super, huh (Yeah) |
| Stuffed money in my pillow (Hey), had a dream (Hey) like Martin Luther, uh (Hey, |
| hey) |
| We gon' stomp him out |
| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah, yeah) |
| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?) |
| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck |
| So we gon' walk him down (What?) |
| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm) |
| What’s the body count? |
| We gon' stomp him out |
| He talkin' way too fuckin' much (Yeah) |
| What’s there to talk about? |
| (Huh?) |
| He’s speakin' crazy out his neck |
| So we gon' walk him down (What?) |
| We at your house 'cause you ain’t comin' out (Mm-mm) |
| What’s the body count? |
| (Stupid) |