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c.m.l. - body bags lyrics

[c4]

i heard they body bagged joe manson you ain’t body none back
bich i’m really in that field i ain’t typing on that gram
we’re getting money out the streets and no the b+tch don’t need a scam
every day i gotta pray, all my tooling never jam
i keep a slam, for any sucker f+cking with this suckers
heavy weight and top rank, we the ones that put them under
causing thunder, we got the city high but ain’t no summer
don’t associate with rest but i’m young thugs and gunners

we just hit, they blocked to let off shots, it’s time to add it up
y’all lost three ain’t still ain’t sliding, this sh+t ain’t adding
i hit that road and made it flip
it’s time to back it up
sad as f+ck, how the f+ck you grown ain’t got your baggage up
n+gga, i’m all about a checking on their neck
no crash dummy for a trophy [?]
that’s on the set, red shooters hoppin’ out of benz
imma still bang my hood and shoot it out to the neck

[glizzy grey]

you could catch me in the e screaming “free my n+gga [?]”
trying to flip some suckers with this metal frying pan
they ain’t talking when you see me better hope that pistol jam
walk up on em the sit em down that stupid n+gga shut around
let it land that 40 cal gon’ hit his mouth like what you said
[?]
[c4]

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