J Love - Body Language lyrics

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J Love - Body Language lyrics

Action Bronson Yeah [Verse 1: Action Bronson] Hey yo It's the aggressor with the nickle plated pressure Hit you hard like London Fletcher, leave you sleeping on the stretcher Action Osama ain't the one to play games with Ain't sh** changed dick, I'm still the same with the same click, prick Cross your legs when you sit down in the chair My nuts are there, rape your mother live in despair We'll take the candy out your daughters mouth Order up a porterhouse, smoke a quarter ounce Cores at the Norvin House, corner standing below three Frozen cheeks, frozen feet n***as holding heat cause its a cold street Heavy bearded blowing blunts the face, roll another blunt to chase Roasted perfection perfectly done to taste Old and new it's Nike zooted like a lunar flight Been blowing Buddha right, I never eat the tuna, sike Both fists are gloved up, you dumb f** Get left in dump trucks, when I commence the duck hunt Two o'clock you hear the cannon pop, right outside the Spanish spot Converted the drug den we call the cannon spot Grab the money out the safe, shoot him in the waist Just a little taste, before I finish off his face Sports drop lightly breaded like a pork chop Drug and gems, money stashed it in the floor spot Barry Bronson shooting juice before the Mitchell Report Never snitching in court, we blitzing the fort All my n***as pitching for sport Putting up Clemen numbers, four b**hes sh** in the bag And now there's seven Hummers [Verse 2: Science] Hey yo a fantasy crazy the form it is Of a supreme being that has strange ways of gathering cream Grade-A stopped of cop blocked hard rocks and Get knocked by undercover narcs in the park after dark Oil dripping, tire spinning free will showing that crime sells Doing big deals with krills, eating high-priced meals We still dipping police, flipping hashish Causing moms great grief, when you hit them streets Cause we have precise understanding of dismantling Words you planning, you start to scrambling Put your life to gambling, the black heart n***a Who start sh** no babe? departed I know more than one word besides arson I got intensity with my history Blaze, haze more than the sun rays Glow more the MICer with the Jerry-curl glaze My pa**ion is right there with fashion I feel a fever That's why I'm reaching like a baby that was teething Saying it's time for me to start the eating Science is teaching You preaching prophecies of an untold road That finally unfold that behold the truth of the real foes ID's were known My pat is on they toes Shot fired, police scatter like crows Full-body blow React like a high women terrain like it's Halo Blunts burn slow, I put pieces together like it's Lego Before you say go, six n***as hit the floor like "Yeyo!" Dry up and crumble like it's Play-Doh Because I say so Rest in peace 357 My baby, I love her