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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Realbleeda
Realbleeda
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Catherine
David Catherine
Composer
Dontae Booker
Dontae Booker
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
SL the Don
SL the Don
Producer
Low KI
Low KI
Recording Engineer
Peter A. Barker
Peter A. Barker
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Why you hide your body I wanna see your body I wanna get up inside it Can't fall asleep off a roxy I might just step on somebody No I ain't step in a week You know I ain't stepping for cheap You know I ain't stepping facade I post up with cutters and be in your yard Don't tell you gon beat the charge All the opps yea we leave em destroyed Don't hear bout your problems Bitch get on your knees and suck on me and the squad Jesus it's so many hoes in this car They was plotting on smoking you boy If you know like I know and you really a smoke Then you know they ain't rolling you boy In the trenches n---a fuck a Interscope I been tryna put a n---a in the scope Let off 30 shots I got plenty more I take you to a place you ain't been before How yo ass got a ten you ain't spin before Nothing but fullys I'm like where the semis go Out shopping I swear we stay in the store They took my brother and that turned me criminal Don't be surprised when I'm creeping up Say you real but you ain't real enough Another kill another murder one I pulled up shot two n---as feel like James Bond We them folks we the cartel N---a out this styreophone I got green yea I let off shells watch a body flip do a cartwheel Then I change up get a new drop Hop out on a new opp Slinging big chops with no stocks Knock him out his socks with big fire Why you hide your body I wanna see your body I wanna get up inside it Can't fall asleep off a roxy I might just step on somebody No I ain't step in a week You know I ain't stepping for cheap You know I ain't stepping facade I post up with cutters and be in your yard Don't tell you gon beat the charge All the opps yea we leave em destroyed Don't hear bout your problems Bitch get on your knees and suck on me and the squad Jesus it's so many hoes in this car They was plotting on smoking you boy If you know like I know and you really a smoke then you know They ain't rolling you boy
Writer(s): David Catherine, Dontae Booker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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