DEADBODY

Closets full of dead bodies
Don't know what I should cut first arm leg neck head body

My blood type Magic Johnson Always fuck everybody
Always been that nigga only one you been nazi

How the fuck you can not see this god body
If he ever said he verse me he got bodied

Put it on willahi it's wraps like ab dabi
You full of it you wide body why try stop me

I suck the soul out of the box but I'm no Roddy
Done put the whole game in a sleeper but I'm no Roddy

Ain't scared to take a leap of faith at all cause god got me
If I land wrong bury my casket with top thotties

Heard my record spin and you ain't buy one copy
Everything I did or do they try copy

Motherfuckin those that's flipped cause I got me
Givin em the bird when they try to high five me

I smell puss in this room hmm umm umm not me
I got my own scent if you know then you know shorty
Heart below 40 I don't know why demon try me
But he gon learn today light up we burn today



Credits
Writer(s): D'andre' Belle'
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