Young M.A - Body Bag lyrics

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Young M.A - Body Bag lyrics

[Intro] Ha! I'm 'bout to talk my sh** Brooklyn, what up? M.A n***a [Verse] I'm on some undefeated sh**, now I can't lose Get in the game I act a damn fool Get a mansion out in Cancun, the size of a damn school I gotta grind, now I can't snooze That's your b**h but she a fan too I asked her 'where your man at?', she said 'my man who?' I do sh** that you can't do, cause n***a I'm the damn truth My money long like bamboo No top on the damn coupe, the haters like 'damn you!' Man, shoot if I can't lose just imagine what I can do I'm at their heads like shampoo b**h I made it like I planned to And I'm hot, f** around and catch a 10-2 I ran to my dreams and my whole team ran too Posted up with the damn crew [?] that's my man too Big Meech, Tweety Twiz, [?] Eli all my n***as out in [?] that's the fam too Them haters mad because I came out the damn blue And murdered everything and everybody in the damn room Them haters like 'god damn I can't stand you' But I just smile back and count money 'til my hands blue Peep my damn shoes, the shirt and the pants too Partner outfit but my style is too damn rude I'm the sh** n***a, do you get the damn clue I'm sh**ting on her, him, them, y'all and you I swallow p**y like I can't chew And I had that b**h going to a shock, now she can't move Leave me alone haters I ain't in the damn mood f** around and have my face on the damn news Hit the block, pull up in something brand new White coupe, red seats, Campbell's canned soup I don't hang with lames, naw I'm too damn cool But I'm on fire in the damn booth I'm the best to ever do it and this here is the damn prove Got n***as shaking in their damn boots Cause they can't f** with me like a b**h with a red cooch Get it, f** it, now I'm 'bout to k** it n***as wanna do collabs, naw n***a I ain't with it Cause you trash and that bullsh** you spitting I ain't feeling Grown men hating on me, b**h n***as in they feelings Y'all n***as got a cli*oris n***as must be on they period n***as must be bi-curious But I don't take you n***as serious Just put that dot on your head, cause I don't f** with you n***as period Basic a** n***as, old hating a** n***as Had a dream they was pursuing, but never made it a** n***as Is that the reason, why you mad Well you, you and him, y'all s**ed the dick I never had Now I'm taking n***as b**hes and I'm f**ing them with a strap And send her back home to you and throw her a** right in the cab I'm a disrespectful n***a even without the Henny But it's a whole 'nother story when that liquor get up in me I'm co*king guns back and I'm hitting n***as kidneys Ain't sh** about me friendly, got them big B's with me I ain't talking 'bout them Bentley's I'm talking bout them n***as that walk around with them semis That'll pop you for them pennies, n***a Ha!