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trav - body bag lyrics

[chorus: trav]
one eye closed, n+gga one eye open
get a gun, n+ggas know that i’m focused
once i get the drop, n+ggas know it’s my moment
[?] n+ggas know that it’s over
what you call it?
that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
body bag, murda one

[verse 1: trav]
i keep that [?] on my side, n+gga rollin, n+gga who move [?] gon die
keep one eye open, one eye closed, [?] fly
this n+gga sleep, that’s homicide
ah
i just [?]
keep my mind on my money, f+ck [?]
mind your biddness
n+ggas [?]
then they hit [?]
riding through the hood, hit the switch
riding on these n+ggas, like a b+tch
n+ggas talk tough, they don’t hear me
the chopper hold a hundred rounds, boy
n+ggas shooting when they found boy
[chorus: trav]
one eye closed, n+gga one eye open
get a gun, n+ggas know that i’m focused
once i get the drop, n+ggas know it’s my moment
[?] n+ggas know that it’s over
what you call it?
that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
body bag, murda one

[verse 2: chris luck]
[?] i’m already on overload
my name is luck, my aim is up
send shots with that [?]
[?] calico, i’m good with it
i’m in the hood with it
i’d rather have it than not, [?]
when i get that drop, serve on that n+gga block
soon as that window drop, all you hear is pop pop pop
damb
we don’t do accendtal murders, so close up on my victom that he gotta [?]
where we be, that’s how i handle mine
wanna be famous [?]
broke n+gga, leave his pockets, we just take his shine
give him a set of angel wings, boy now you fly
[chorus: trav]
one eye closed, n+gga one eye open
get a gun, n+ggas know that i’m focused
once i get the drop, n+ggas know it’s my moment
[?] n+ggas know that it’s over
what you call it?
that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
body bag, murda one

[verse 3: tony yayo]
the blunt power get that [?]
a hundred thou on the whip, the feds take a picture
this beef is well served, [?]
when the big homie gone, i ain’t feed the pups
my b+tch on instagram [?]
[?] while you [?]
took her to the mansion, beat it up
kicking down the door, you jumpin out the ass
rip the carpet and the closet, find [?] stash
a hundred cash and five bricks
[?] bad b+tch
she hypnotise you with her hips
she wine and dine you, you [?]
[?] sh+t
now i’m in your living room, living off your bricks
[chorus: trav]
one eye closed, n+gga one eye open
get a gun, n+ggas know that i’m focused
once i get the drop, n+ggas know it’s my moment
[?] n+ggas know that it’s over
what you call it?
that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
this that murda, that murda
body bag, murda one

- trav lyrics

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