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body shit - kappalot lyrics

she died in there, juckus x*y, uh, yeah

we gon’ find out where he stay, and we gon’ hit that f*cking l!ck
that lil’ b*tch, she f*cking with my vibe, i told her take a pic
me and gang gon’ find out where he stay, we gon’ hit the l!ck
that lil’ b*tch, she f*cking with my vibe, i told her take that pic

man, she lacking all this sh*t, she love the way i d*ck her in
i just hit that b*tch, get all my sh*t, she ain’t no skin*to*skin
what the f*ck? i grabbed that pole and then i put that sh*t right in
did her down on all that sh*t, now they streaming how that hit

i called up on that drill, we gotta get him, hit
that n*gga’s daddy got stomped in front of his f*cking kids
we just hate them n*ggas so much, they don’t wanna get it in
me and gang, we step on sh*t, you know we put that pain right in

sfg, that be my team, and we don’t ever f*ck with gits
me and gang, we in that b*tch, and we just holding on that stick
no h0m*, i just gotta draco, that b*tch just got a d*ck
who the f*ck you shot at, bro? you missed all of them sh*ts

me and gang gon’ find out where he stay, we gon’ get him hit
told that b*tch, “you hitting on my d*ck,” i told her take a pic
pass that b*tch to chris, ’cause that he finna body sh*t
me and gary body sh*t, jersey knows we solid, sh*t
n*ggas try to steal my flow, but they ass can’t copy it
eat the f*ck off all of us, keep a smith like karate kid
push him back, that n*gga froze, now watch his body twitch
reconstructed n*gga’s face, we told that b*tch to remodel it

tell that n*gga drop the low, ’cause he not really dropping it
me and gang, n*ggas see bodies, all them bodies dropping quick
roll up, gon’ send a song, you know we gotta body it
all these bodies dropping quick, i told that b*tch, “let’s pop some sh*t.”

i’m just trying to catch a n*gga lacking, trying to get him hit
we gon’ wait outside his job until that n*gga change his shift
all these n*ggas hit my phone, and they just trying to compensate
i call up chris to get him hit, that b*tch fled, we gotta skip

me and chris, we run that drill, we gon’ take that f*cking trip
all these n*ggas talking sh*t, sfg, we getting lit
i ain’t never been no b*tch, you know that i just body sh*t
me and gang, we step on sh*t, keep a smith & wesson, b*tch

man, i run on me and bro, this lethal weapon ’bout to hit
beating up that n*gga pops, we see his dad, we step on this
rash sh*t like a f*cking game, i’ll come first and second, b*tch

and i really love my b*tch, i’m thanking god she heaven*sent
pushing back that n*gga’s sh*t, that n*gga met the reverend
running up the pinks and blues, we never count deficits
in my last name, i be irwin, keeping mac*11, b*tch
i bet that 3.7 hit, do this sh*t with emphasis
you can’t beef with me, you broke, ’cause your life get ended quick
9*4 and 2*6, we running up through jeffersons
i feel like ice cube, keep my gaps, i’m all about the benjamins

uh, yeah, yeah

- kappalot lyrics

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