50 Cent - Body Bags (The Kanan Tape Album) (2015)

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50 Cent - Body Bags (The Kanan Tape Album) lyrics


[Intro]
Snorts cocaine
Ni**a,you know I don’t f**k with them ni**a
Ni**as,s**ka ass ni**as,I don’t like either one
Ni**a come up in here,Boom!
Hit the door,get the f**k on the floor bi**h
Get down on the floor, I turn around like what?
Ni**as like get Down
I’m like ni**a I

[Verse 1]
Okay, the dope adding up, the coke adding up
The smoke adding up, my pockets are fattened up
I got bi**hes in my bedroom, nerds on computers
Diamonds round my neck, straps for my shooters
I made it, look ma, I made it
I grind so hard to get here I can’t be faded
I got lawyers on the line, five different kinds
Five different crimes, same .45
Got a plan to turn to premise
See, a ni**a ain’t lying
Cause they ain’t gon say I did it
And I ain’t gon say I did it
And I might go back and forth to court
Better bet I get acquitted
Can you dig it? ni**a, can you dig it?
Shit changed, a ni**a ain’t broke
I had the same size as a shoe box, it felt like a vault
Now I got real money
That f**k how you feel money
That ni**a, you look at me wrong, get killed money

[Chorus]
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
45 letting off some s**t at you
You gon be put in a body bag
You won’t get a chance to fire back

[Verse 2]
I peep my swag in the mirror
I think I got a crush on me
I don’t want no wack bi**hes touching me
Tailor made threads, satin sheets on my bed
Get a bi**h seasick, waves all on my head
Diamonds in my ear, baccarat chandelier
Gabbana underwear, I’m so fly it ain’t fair
Every day a different dime piece
Rose Gold, a different time piece
Hublot, AP or rollie
Your bi**h and your jeweler know me, homie
I’m bulletproof, go head, take a shot at me
You be a dead ni**a like the last one that got at me
My shirt level three so I ain’t got a vest on
My heart like ice, my chest like teflon
I’m a nightmare right here
Just me and my night, ni**a
Don’t let me find out you ain’t bout that life, ni**a
It’s doomsday, I mean goon day
I get the orders, like “Get out the room Dre

[Chorus]
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
45 letting off some s**t at you
You gon be put in a body bag
You won’t get a chance to fire back

[Verse 3]
The mileage had a shorty ass tripping
Stripping in my kitchen
Push my thumb in her ass
While I was stroking her kitten
I be in my own zone, still clutching the chrome
Talk state of the art
My passport need pages
I’m f**king round out in London
Jetlag from jets baguettes
Tripping in my charm, look bi**h, I’m a don
So s**t go how I say it go, f**k if I’m right or wrong
My paper long, bomb kush in the bong
It feels like I’m dreaming cause a ni**a on
I’m so far from a hammy down, I’m out in Miami now
My bi**h she speak no ingles, she fresh off the boat
She give me neck, what you expect?
I got connects for the dope
I’m no joke, blow 30k on the coke
Stuff ten in the coat
Ni**a, front, I got a hand full of dreadlocks
Bi**h, I hit your ass with a headshot

[Chorus]
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
Hop out, hammer out to get at you
You gon be part of my body bag ritual
45 letting off some s**t at you
You gon be put in a body bag
You won’t get a chance to fire back


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