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Artiste : Money Man
Titre : BodyRock
Yeah, talkin´ to a ghost inside my room, feel like Lil´ Sosa here
Ain´t no pussies in the trap right now it´s nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fuckin´ mouth when you come shop ´cause you´ll get rolled in here

Bando servin´, it ain´t nothin´ but pounds and fuckin´ mold in here
Grab lil´ mama by her waist and told her, "Please come over here"
Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out, I can barely hear
I got a witch tryna ride my back, but I got this broomstick
Tryna end my young nigga beef, but it might can´t be fixed
All this water on my neck, I´m getting seasick
Lives gettin´ lost in these streets, people is grievin´
Brand new cutter out the box, I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any opp come who come with crazy talk, he get karate chopped

Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock
The Heckler Koch´ll make his knees buckle, then his body rock

Politickin´, tryna make ´em understand this money shit
But now I don´t give a fuck ´cause the other side be on some funny shit
Loading up this rifle while I´m looking at No Jumper clips
Duct tape on extensions, when I´m empty, flip it, pop it in
You don´t know my pain, I swear the streets done took like fifty friends
Cash been in the cell, ain´t seen that nigga since like 2010
???[1:00] done beat an L, them niggas lucky, they had dodged the pen´

Three or four of seven down Rockdale County, had bound twin
Courtney told on Sean on that murder, it don´t make no damn sense
I be havin´ strains online, I´m having bandwidth
Demons want my soul in these streets, I keep a crucifix
Makin´ sure my blicks up to par, I´m havin´ numerous

Yeah, talkin´ to a ghost inside my room feel like Lil´ Sosa here
Ain´t no pussies in the trap right now it´s nothing but soldiers here
Watch your fuckin´ mouth when you come shop ´cause you´ll get rolled in here
Bando servin´, it ain´t nothin´ but pounds and fuckin´ mold in here

Grab lil´ mama by her waist and told her, "Please come over here"
Ran a million up, it only took me bout a quarter a year
Demon, put that strong-ass blunt of za out, I can barely hear
I got a witch tryna ride my back, but I got this broomstick
Tryna end my young nigga beef, but it might can´t be fixed
All this water on my neck, I´m getting seasick
Lives gettin´ lost in these streets, people is grievin´
Brand new cutter out the box, I smell like blood and Baccarat
Any opp come who come with crazy talk, he get karate chopped
Backend 60K, I copped another watch, I need a stock

The Heckler Koch´ll make his knees buckle, then his body rock

Body rock
Body rock
Body rock
Body rock