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BODIES DROP (feat. kcclxn)

fakerr

Hip-Hop/Rap

1 Shazams

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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Prod. Hella Onyx
Prod. Hella Onyx
Songwriter
prod ivi
prod ivi
Songwriter
Connor Michael Martinez
Connor Michael Martinez
Songwriter
kcclxn batmayne ysm
kcclxn batmayne ysm
Songwriter

Lyrics

(Yeah, Yeah, Yeah) (O-O-O-O-ONYX) Out the coupe, poppin' shots Tryna make bodies drop Feds listen to my music, bitch all this shit just props Leanin' out the window with this Glock, popped like 30 shots Steady goin' up, money flowin' from the shit i drop Sippin' golden Tussi' make me drop in this bitch yeah VVS got diamonds on my neck and my wrist yeah Say you gangsta, workin' with the cops, how that make sense? Talkin' shit cause he aint got no motion, bitch go pay your rent Got a Tec and its aimed at your top bitch Talkin' shit on the net, we get you popped quick On the gram with fake bands, bitch you not rich Swervin' in them foreigns, bitch im finna drop the top quick Yeah im smokin' gas thats brilliant Quick two bags, im spendin' it In the whip, im spinnin' it In the urus, switchin' shit Glock that got switches and shit Bitch we finna make it rich Got VVS up on my wrist No bitch, you aint touchin' this Out the coupe, poppin' shots Tryna make bodies drop Feds listen to my music, bitch all this shit just props Leanin' out the window with this Glock, popped like 30 shots Steady goin' up, money flowin' from the shit i drop Sippin' golden Tussi' make me drop in this bitch yeah VVS got diamonds on my neck and my wrist yeah Say you gangsta, workin' with the cops, how that make sense? Talkin' shit cause he aint got no motion, bitch go pay your rent Yuh, i feel like a vamp, i could pay your rent Bitch im not your, fuckin' fam I get high in space, no jam Nigga pussy cat, like sam I got bags I get head, cause i get bands And i skrrt off in that lot, im in that lamb Truck In that bitch, im sippin' wok In the stu', that shit on lock Fuck with me, you popped Brought in Percocets, cause shorty popped Yeah, we both done popped When we both get high, we like to talk We just talk a lot Yeah You cannot admit your wrongs bitch Probably why im blocked Out the coupe, poppin' shots Tryna make bodies drop Feds listen to my music, bitch all this shit just props Leanin' out the window with this Glock, popped like 30 shots Steady goin' up, money flowin' from the shit i drop Sippin---
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