kenny soul - body bags lyrics
[chorus x2: kenny soul]
sugar daddy p-ssy let her play em like toys
date em like toys got her hearing white noise
ain’t no body business if she playing with the plastic
put a body in it and somebody in a casket!
[hook x2: kenny soul]
(oooo k!ll em oooo’ k!ll em tagging toes and popping tags)x2 tagging toes and popping tags, switching lanes and switching swag, chapiadora she chopping tags, n-ggas mad at her body bags
[verse 1: kenny soul]
i seen her in a beemer
nina on her femur
tucked low blowing out smoke like a steamer
iron like the cleaners
pressed to wear your heart on your collar like amina just to drake you like aaliyah
get em on her back so she needs a mirror to see ya
took a scale off the dash
i thought she looked like she a libra way she balancing hash she know the ways to get it cheaper (get it?) weighs to get it cheaper?
weights and counter weights she catching snitches like a seeker fore she jug em like a liter
bumpin’ 50 cent and serving quarters by the meter
sippin’ hen’ many men blasting out the speaker
barbershops moms and pops everybody see her
hit the block ask the cops ain’t n0body see her
well respected hood elected you would never leave her
lucky n-ggas couple k!ller ain’t n0bodies keeper
intelligence with -ss the facts you won’t believe her!
[chorus and hook x2: kenny soul]
[verse 2: kenny soul]
i seen her through the seams
bad mami walking into college like a queen
p-ssed me den-him like her jeans
asked me then him bout my teens
“i came from black and blues like everybody on the team, now it’s black and green!
in god we trust and i pray that he keeps this money clean
i been itching for the chicken been a pro since seven teen
(what?) the muscle for the hustle built the way(whey) with protein
you could be the realest n-gga got no paper no dream!”
she said she “dissagree
you don’t need no paper to get with me
money would only raise your defense to me
wondering if i am how im meant to be
now how we supposed to connect mentally if you censor me and then send for me
ii? hold up!
you ain’t no bud for my roll up
n-gga want to smoke me and then pour up
n-gga wanna woo me and then woe up
running with your mans glad you ain’t show up
any f-ck boy be born with they dough up
any loud boy could talk what they throw up
i need me man tell the hoes all to hold up’ when he get this mind he gon know that he grown up
when he get this -ss he gon see how it go up when he get the pum-pum he know ima show up ju heard?”
[chorus x2: kenny soul]
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