king von & ydk jay - body snatchers lyrics
body sn+tchers lyrics
[intro]
von, von
von
dj on the beat, so it’s a banger
[king von: chorus]
see, foenem tote glizzys (tote glizzys)
fifty shot, no semis (semis)
fifty shot, yeah, that’s plenty, they on there with any (with any)
you get smoked like a chimney (like a chimney)
turn the goofy to memory, you tweakin’ you next, n+gga (what?)
like a p+ssy, get wet, n+gga, h+lla shots at yo’ head, n+gga (boom)
that tec sound like dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun
that’s a rest, n+gga (boom, boom, boom)
we body catchers like body sn+tchers (huh? what?)
sick dogs on ’em, call ’em body fetchers (yeah)
that choppa bring him down, body sections (boom)
make it hard to outlinе the body sketches
gеt chopped up like kids fool, gon’ kick it like kung fu (uh+huh)
break yo’ rib if he hit you, breaking crib if the rent due
[king von: verse]
see, they talk the biggest sh+t (what?)
acting hard, but they ain’t with the sh+t (huh?)
better watch who you be drillin’ with
or be the same n+gga say he witnessed it, huh? (d+mn)
i know from experience, this sh+t boost my adrenaline (yeah, yeah)
savage n+ggas be feelin’ this, don’t you hate when you missin’ sh+t?
well, then let me help you, show you how you can catch two
park the car on the other end of the block
show ’em what that tec do (boom, boom, boom)
don’t run, they gon’ catch you, check ’em out like a chess move
bullets shooting through the vest too
broken shoulder knocked his neck loose (boom, boom)
[king von: chorus]
see, foenem tote glizzys (tote glizzys)
fifty shot, no semis (semis)
fifty shot, yeah, that’s plenty, they on there with any (with any)
you get smoked like a chimney (like a chimney)
turn the goofy to memory, you tweakin’ you next, n+gga (what?)
like a p+ssy, get wet, n+gga, h+lla shots at yo’ head, n+gga (boom)
that tec sound like dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun
that’s a rest, n+gga (boom, boom, boom)
we body catchers like body sn+tchers (huh? what?)
sick dogs on ’em, call ’em body fetchers (yeah)
that choppa bring him down, body sections (boom)
make it hard to outline the body sketches
get chopped up like kids fool, gon’ kick it like kung fu (uh+huh)
break yo’ rib if he hit you, breaking crib if the rent due
[ydk jay: verse]
i’ma young n+gga with a big stick with dirty kay and bad b+tch
since a lil jhit i was poppin’ sh+t tryna show these n+ggas who they f+cking with
he was talkin’ tough so we got him hit tryna act gangsta on some crazy sh+t
so i called trap he was poppin’ n+ggas in the night time tryna drill a b+tch
no ghost riding n+ggas know what’s up i’m the same n+gga that will get you touched
the last n+gga that played gangsta got left for dead so i don’t give a f+ck
i ain’t rap beefing with a b+tch n+gga i was in the back counting 6 figures
i k!ll sh+t and i’ll drill sh+t just like tooka ass we’ll dismiss you
[king von: chorus]
see, foenem tote glizzys (tote glizzys)
fifty shot, no semis (semis)
fifty shot, yeah, that’s plenty, they on there with any (with any)
you get smoked like a chimney (like a chimney)
turn the goofy to memory, you tweakin’ you next, n+gga (what?)
like a p+ssy, get wet, n+gga, h+lla shots at yo’ head, n+gga (boom)
that tec sound like dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun+dun
that’s a rest, n+gga (boom, boom, boom)
we body catchers like body sn+tchers (huh? what?)
sick dogs on ’em, call ’em body fetchers (yeah)
that choppa bring him down, body sections (boom)
make it hard to outline the body sketches
get chopped up like kids fool, gon’ kick it like kung fu (uh+huh)
break yo’ rib if he hit you, breaking crib if the rent due
[outro]
dj on the beat, so it’s a banger
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