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We catch a body and we laugh about it I fucked her friend, I don't feel bad about it Grindin' is agonizing but it's gratifying Skinny tires - on a salad diet I lost my mind, I'm like fuck everybody I lost my mind but I got extra copies I fuck so long it feel like exercising I test the lying before testifying All I got is hitters in my squad I could get you killed all my niggas want the job I could get you killed it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Zero fucks given, I make her come to the condo butt naked Cause bitch ain't no stealin' She still come visit, she don't wanna leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said I get it I keep some cocaine on me for the bitches And this AK is not for decoration Fuck boys give me the heebee-jeebees I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages If she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude Then ooh baby you got my full attention Champagne expensive, it taste gooder vintage Open your nose, I put some sugar in it I don't fuck around with them fuck arounds Letras de cancionesI might fuck around and catch a body I got some niggas that'll hunt ya down And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey We catch a body, and we laugh about it I fuck her friend, I don't feel bad about it Money and drugs, I'm talkin' Math and Science Skinny tires - on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body Make sure he dead before we leave my nigga grab his wallet I got the hook up on them rocket launchers I told Obama fuck with me, you know I got it Slim, you need to fuck with me you know I got it I know somebody that know somebody Look, traffic dying, we still trap or dyin' It's agonizing but it's gratifying Squad, I could get you killed, all my niggas want the job I could get you killed it just take a head nod Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline You ain't got no hitters in your squad I could get you killed, that's my real day job I'mma crime of passion, I'mma fuckin' hate crime Spit like I ate bombs Eminem on 8 mile I'm a motherfuckin' man Scarface, face-mob Pockets lookin' like the Blob Chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherfuckin' egg till I see egg nog My bougie bitch ratchet, my ratchet bitch a straight snob Hold up, who know how to read gang signs? Cause we gone throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time I got white, I got brown, sell it at the same time That's that James Brown, that's that James Bond We catch a body and we laugh about it It's catastrophic but we glamorize it It's agonizin', but it's gratifyin' Skinny tires - on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body No hesitation, no stall, like the bathroom crowded Chopper so big, so tall, it could wrap around me Triple A, astronomic, anatomic Tunechi, and it's that sorry for the wait And I'm so sorry for the wait From Letras Mania