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Paroles de la chanson BODYCOUNT par TOKYO'S REVENGE lyrics officiel

BODYCOUNT est une chanson en Anglais

Ay (yeah), huh, yeah, um
I fucked that bitch
I make music (and that's on God) (two times)
For people who go to school to fight instead of learn
(And she gon' give me neck)
I'm- I'm too horny
Haha, yeah, yeah, yeah (I can't even, put yo butthole)
Yeah, huh (on my mouth)
Bitch,(i'm not a bitch)
(That's all I got, hold on, that's all I got) Hey, ay, yeah

We gon' stomp him out (what?)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah, yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (what?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (mhm)
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 (mhm)
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
Pour the blood out on your baby
What he say? I can't hear it (stupid)
It's too loud, and it's late
So I don't motherfuckin' care
Gettin' stupid cash but please don't ask
I'm gettin' greedy, ay
Count a hundred bands and then I laugh
You hoes be needy, ay (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big clip in the bag, don't wear no mask, I hope you see me, ay
Seven figures in the bag, and finna bring it back
My niggas be eatin', huh? (Okay, okay)
Put an L right in your shit like a Lexus'
Hop out, my guns straight from Texas like Alexis is
This bitch itching neck, nigga spin like The Exorcist (Huh? What? Um)
Sentimental bitch, she don't get no text (yeah)
Ice all on my wrist 'cause it's just on that (yeah)
I just left a Lego piece on my head (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 (ay)
That bitch, she 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?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (what?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out (mhm)
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 (mhm)
What's the body count? (Stupid)
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Reproduction des paroles interdite sans autorisation.
Auteurs: Garth Best, Malachi-Phree Jasiah Pate
Copyright: EMPIRE PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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