Testo Owe Yall A Body - Remix - Hardo feat. Sada Baby
Testo della canzone Owe Yall A Body - Remix (Hardo feat. Sada Baby), tratta dall'album Days Inn
Dog, tonight a full moon and my wolves ain't howlin'
Roach will load up a chopper and we movin' out in silence
We don't get his ass today, it's all good, it's just timin'
It's gon' happen, God call him, that's the day we gon' find him
Father God, I wan' chill, but these niggas keep reppin'
Man, these niggas keep flexin' and they know that we be steppin'
I'm the type that get the drop, I be right there in seconds
Baby Draco, no stock, real nigga, deadly weapon
I can't let no nigga play me, I won't let no nigga play me
They hands out before they thank me
Only Glocks, ain't play with safety
I'm just tryna get 'em safely, 'member used to run for eight feet
Now run the block and I got eight fees
And for twelve, we gon' spank him
Uptown, nigga, oh, we all body (What up?)
Nigga, oh, we all body (Oh, y'all niggas wan' go?)
You already got somebody (Yeah, one of y'all niggas)
Oh, you already got somebody
I sold O's to everybody, tote four O's, I act retarded
Sold my soul to Trap or Die, knock the soul up out your body
Even the killers don't wanna die, cops servin' riddles to homicides
No BET if you slangin' iron, make it in news when you televised
I send a hit, got an alibi, gettin' them chips, gotta sell a pie
I know they in traffic, it's in a ride
I break it, I static, I take your life, huh?
Oh, we all body (What up?)
Nigga, oh, we all body (Oh, y'all niggas wan' go?)
You already got somebody (Yeah, one of y'all niggas)
Oh, you already got somebody
I sold O's to everybody, tote four O's, I act retarded
Sold my soul to Trap or Die, knock the soul up out your body
I don't know what they done told you '
Bout me, I got real ones around me
Huh, soul up out your body, let a nigga hold the shotty
Then it's back to chasin' money, huh
Me and my niggas chase the money, huh
He got beats and I beat niggas when they get to actin' funny, huh
I beat bitches when they butt bootin'
, Niggas showin' me the monkey, uh
Leave bitches lookin' crunchy, huh, I done ran up them hundreds, yeah
Chopper got the hundred, huh, then his bitch get to cuttin'
Rose gold slugs, huh, huh, double cup of muddy, yeah
Purple brand jeans, huh, lil' lame niggas ain't seen these
Just hit his BM with the lights off in my VV's
Me a hard dog, used to have to live in the trap house with no TV
Now we look up, we on TV, all this jewelry on us lookin' 3D
So freezy, your bitch keep actin' sleazy, don't get killed for her
Don't say I didn't warn you, we keep
Them sticks, my neighborhood been at war
You ain't even been in one, your nigga
Hit your bitch, fuck your feelings up
No choice but to get it up, pull the Draco out
If a nigga get to feelin' tough, like ayy, hoo
Oh, we all body (What up?)
Nigga, oh, we all body (Oh, y'all niggas wan' go?)
You already got somebody (Yeah, one of y'all niggas)
Oh, you already got somebody
I sold O's to everybody, tote four O's, I act retarded
Sold my soul to Trap or Die, knock the soul up out your body
Even the killers don't wanna die, cops servin' riddles to homicides
No BET if you slangin' iron, make it in news when you televised
I send a hit, got an alibi, gettin' them chips, gotta sell a pie
I know they in traffic, it's in a ride
I break it, I static, I take your life, huh?
Oh, we all body (What up?)
Nigga, oh, we all body (Oh, y'all niggas wan' go?)
You already got somebody (Yeah, one of y'all niggas)
Oh, you already got somebody
I sold O's to everybody, tote four O's, I act retarded
Sold my soul to Trap or Die, knock the soul up out your body
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Writer(s): Steven Bryce Richardson, Joseph Barnett, Travon Dashawn Frank Smart, Kizzl
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