bugs (artist) - bodies lyrics
[intro]
(hahaha, that’s what i thought)
[verse 1: bugs]
like, i’m sorry, if you keep on looking at me, i’ma catch a body
glock 43x gon’ make him dance like it’s a party
how we make the same amount of money, but you forty?
b+tch, when i’m your age, i’m finna be up in a porschey (ah+ah+ah)
b+tch, i’m at your job, b+tch, i’m at your crib (ah+ah+ah)
and i got a glock with a f+cking switch (ah, ah+ah+ah)
aim that b+tch at you, aim it at your clique (ah+ah+ah)
i don’t give a f+ck who i f+cking hit
i’m up in the backseat with your girl, she give me face (yeah, yeah, yeah)
[?] like she finna [?] (yeah, yeah, yeah)
if he talking [?] with the k (yeah, yeah, yeah)
i’ma leave his body cold like he was up in sp+ce (yeah, yeah, yeah)
okay, huh? how you double my age, but you still my f+ckin’ son?
if i squeeze that trigger, then you better f+ckin’ run
i ain’t gettin’ paid for this, i’m k!lling you for fun
i know my b+tch want me, she gon’ eat my ass for lunch (yo, we’re listening to your music right now)
[verse 2: zephyr]
they won’t talk down, it’s alright
i just looked down at my neck, b+tch, it’s so bright
t+try to step up to me, you don’t got the right
i been on my [?] sh+t, i don’t play ’bout [?]
baby, are you down, down, down, down, down, down?
i’ve been hearing ’bout what they sayin’ around town
all i see is red, then you better start a countdown
they wanted their own, guess it’s time to bring a [?]
[?] found out
burnt out (burnt out)
[verse 3: skrena]
i ain’t pay for sh+t so you know i gotta steal
i buy a new [?] so i gotta crack a seal
i don’t smoke the regular, you know that this sh+t k!ll
turn around, yeah, i’ll catch you in the field
trick the club up with [?] by his side
they gon’ catch us, baby, know you gotta hide
this b+tch wildin’, but i know that she ain’t mine
semi+automatic, one of a kind
i ain’t pay for sh+t so you know i gotta steal
i buy a new [?] so i gotta crack a seal
i don’t smoke the regular, you know that this sh+t k!ll
turn around, yeah, i’ll catch you in the field
you on the same sh+t, you a lame b+tch
i go up now and you ain’t sh+t
i needed a pretty [?] then we feel sick
turn ’em all around now, every day’s sh+t
[outro]
six million ways to die, choose one
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