lirik lagu enphamus & quez2rr - body4body
[intro: quez2rr]
(glock up in my pocket ‘case they wanna test my luck)
double r
(finger—finger on the trigger, i ain’t never givin’ up)
mafia, double r
(glock up—glock up in my pocket ‘case they wanna test my luck)
mafia, double r
(finger—finger on the trigger, i ain’t never givin’ up)
brrt
[chorus: quez2rr]
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
[verse 1: enphamus]
if the devil want smoke, i’ll push up to h~ll in a demon, i ain’t goin’ for sh~t if i’m breathin’
lil’ b~tch gave ’em my drop, just like a [?], this hollow gon’ pierce through and cleave him
b~tch, i’ll do a drill in this michael amiri, this balmain sweatеr came straight outta neiman’s
i’ll do a b~tch like drakе, when i take off this rubber, get hot tryna play with my s~m~n
b~tch, i’m a bully, this for the trenches, look at my t~~th, my jewelry, exquisite
big thirty clip like to poke out my britches, a hole in that p~ssy, can’t fix it with stitches
gucci my shoe just to step on the sixes, know i’m so cheap, it ain’t nothin’ [?]
i am the voice of the steppers, the voice of the shooters, the voice of the n~ggas who with me
chasin’ a nut like scrat, she want me to f~ck ’cause my chain is on ice age
you took your risks in a school, my n~ggas was riskin’ they life on a dice game
i don’t care who we smacked, your mama, your dog, or your sister, just long as the price paid
i shoot through his room and graze him on purpose, leave guts on his fade like a dry shade
better stay on the west with that chitter~chatter, really hope you don’t think you no bully
told you before, i banana’d the clip, he ain’t curious no more, turn that [?]
slimed me a n~gga, put snake in his boot, let me tell you a story, i did him like woody
never had hated, i be the type n~gga to pull on your hood like a triplek hoodie
i’m out in dallas, these hoes see the jewelry, they just wanna text stuff
they can feel that i’m next up
you could play with me [?] and get wet up
told ’em, “neck, only aim from the neck up”
i can get you touched like this a check~up
man, these n~ggas be greener than shrek’s b~tt
ain’t nothin’ less than a quarter, that’s heads up
triplek made that b~tch put his hands up, yeah
[chorus: quez2rr]
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
[verse 2: quez2rr]
go uppin’ this glizzy, i ain’t up for discussion
she say she love me, i know that she f~ckin’
i want some static, they say they be clutchin’
ain’t worried in traffic, i know they ain’t bustin’
no lie [?], my n~gga sucker free
if it’s up and it’s stuck, come across the street
opp keep on duckin’ me, why they ain’t touchin’ me?
and the glizzy right here, totin’ 33, we rollin’ sh~t for y’all, n~ggas swisher sweet
if i’m clutchin’ that .40, we stick him up, leave that boy in the streets, ambulance pick him up
i’m slangin’ that pole, then you meetin’ your maker
i post on the block just like harden, we shakin’
this drac’ is so mad and the b~tches, they hate him
i don’t mush up my bird, gang, squashin’ no beef
shawty, she green, blend in with a tree
f~ck d to the a, leave that boy in the street
we robbin’ the studio time, it ain’t free
like b~tch, shawty bad, now i’m back on the block
i’m in love with the stick, rico stay with his glock
yeah, boy think he hard, then we crackin’ it raw
or we k!ll him, don’t push me, i’m feelin’ like pac
got a video shoot, dumb, bad ho to [?]
all of my opps get head from they mama
i’m blitzin’ the best, so she talk to a runner
might pop me a perc’, i’m in vegas to stunt her
drac’ face in the back, let it rip like a shredder
love sour cream, can’t forget ’bout my cheddar
drop on the d~ck ’cause she know i’mma catch her
got seventy~five shots and i brought a lil’ extra
man, that ho gotta go, she ain’t blowin’ the flute
you ain’t steppin’, you blink when you ready to shoot
[chorus: quez2rr]
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
we goin’ body~for~body, glock~for~glock, opp~for~opp, b~tch, top~for~top
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