Album Cover BODYCOUNT (feat. Jasiah)

BODYCOUNT (feat. Jasiah)

TOKYO’S REVENGE

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Ayy, huh, yeah, um (I fucked that bitch)

I make music (and that′s on God, two times)

For people who go to school to fight instead of learn(And she gon' give me neck)

I′m- I'm too horny

Haha, yuh, yuh, yuh (I can't even, put yo butthole)

Yuh, huh (On my mouth)

Bitch (I′m not a bitch but that′s all I got, hold on, that's all I got)

We gon′ stomp him out

He talkin' way too fuckin′ much (yeah, yeah)

What's there to talk about? (Huh?)

He′s speakin' crazy out his neck

So we gon' walk him down (what?)

We at your house ′cause you ain′t comin' out (mhm)

What′s the body count?

We gon' stomp him out

He talkin′ way too fuckin' much (yeah)

What′s there to talk about? (Huh?)

He's speakin' crazy out his neck

So we gon′ walk him down (what?)

We at your house ′cause you ain't comin′ out (mhm)

What's the body count?

Put my dick, her forehead

Pretty bitch, gimme neck

I′ma replace your face when I dump out this lead

Put the blunt out on your baby

What he say? I can't hear it (stupid)

It′s too loud, and it's late and I don't motherfuckin′ care

Gettin′ stupid cash but please don't ask, I′m gettin' greedy, ayy

Count a hundred bands and then I laugh

You hoes be needy, ayy (yeah, yeah, yeah)

Big clip in the bag, don′t wear no mask, I hope you see me, ayy

Seven figures in the bag

And finna bring it back, my niggas be eatin', huh? (Okay, okay)

Put a L right in your shit like a Lexus′

I bought my guns straight from Tex' like Alexis is

Bitch itching neck make it spin like The Exorcist (huh? What? Um)

Sentimental bitch, she don't get no text (yeah)

Ice all on my wrist ′cause there′s slits on them (yeah)

As-salamu alaykum, piece on my hip (yeah, look)

Oh, you got money do you?

X-ray vision, see right through you, huh (uh)

You should meet this ruler

It cut through you (yeah, ayy), Freddy Krueger, uh

That bitch, she Kryptonite (yeah)

She suck my dick, I'm feelin′ super, huh (yeah)

Stuffed money in my pillow (hey)

Had a dream (hey), like Martin Luther, uh (hey, hey)

We gon' stomp him out

He talkin′ way too fuckin' much (yeah, yeah)

What′s there to talk about? (Huh?)

He's speakin' crazy out his neck

So we gon′ walk him down (what?)

We at your house ′cause you ain't comin′ out (mhm)

What's the body count?

We gon′ stomp him out

He talkin' way too fuckin′ much (yeah)

What's there to talk about? (Huh?)

He's speakin′ crazy out his neck

So we gon′ walk him down (what?)

We at your house 'cause you ain′t comin' out (mhm)

What′s the body count? (Stupid)