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BODY BAG (Freestyle) Video (MV)




Performed By: Kel
Language: English
Length: 1:10
Written by: Rahkel Coley




Kel - BODY BAG (Freestyle) Lyrics




Haha
Know the f*ck going on nigga
Aye
RECCLESS
Gang

Know that nigga lying, said we don't be outside
Lying should be a crime, when you do it, look me in my eyes
Know that I ain't lying, we get to it, see me televised
Know you keep on trying, gon' end up dying that 4 nick left em' fried

But I'm speakin facts, when I say my side, put that pole to face
You ain't got no racks, and then we catch you, then you know you ate
You ain't took no nap, well okay, get that pole to bless you
You up in the trap, you throwed away, bitch what you up next to?

Never been the type, that had to tell them folks bout' what I did
Never been the type, to play with hair, I swear we get his wig
Never been the type to do no dance, I swear we make em' jig
Give a f*ck bout' who you is, Give a f*ck bout' what you did

You ain't no pressure
Bitch I send them shots, Ion
Send no message, Ain't no texter
When we send em' out, you know that them bitches come with extra

Quick to turn your ass to bolt
Keep that burn in my coat
You don't learn, your ass gon' float
We gon' burn em and go ghost

But I'm speakin facts, when I say my side, put that pole to face
You ain't got no racks, and then we catch you, then you know you ate
You ain't took no nap, well okay, get that pole to bless you
You up in the trap, you throwed away, bitch what you up next to?
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English

Haha
Know the f*ck going on nigga
Aye
RECCLESS
Gang

Know that nigga lying, said we don't be outside
Lying should be a crime, when you do it, look me in my eyes
Know that I ain't lying, we get to it, see me televised
Know you keep on trying, gon' end up dying that 4 nick left em' fried

But I'm speakin facts, when I say my side, put that pole to face
You ain't got no racks, and then we catch you, then you know you ate
You ain't took no nap, well okay, get that pole to bless you
You up in the trap, you throwed away, bitch what you up next to?

Never been the type, that had to tell them folks bout' what I did
Never been the type, to play with hair, I swear we get his wig
Never been the type to do no dance, I swear we make em' jig
Give a f*ck bout' who you is, Give a f*ck bout' what you did

You ain't no pressure
Bitch I send them shots, Ion
Send no message, Ain't no texter
When we send em' out, you know that them bitches come with extra

Quick to turn your ass to bolt
Keep that burn in my coat
You don't learn, your ass gon' float
We gon' burn em and go ghost

But I'm speakin facts, when I say my side, put that pole to face
You ain't got no racks, and then we catch you, then you know you ate
You ain't took no nap, well okay, get that pole to bless you
You up in the trap, you throwed away, bitch what you up next to?
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Writer: Rahkel Coley
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