Young M.A - Body Bag lyrics

I'm 'bout to talk my sh**
Brooklyn, what up?
M.A n***a

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 clitoris
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 cocking 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

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