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Hit The Lights Body Bag

You're gonna need a bodybag, I'll break bones you didn't know you had. When I'm done there will be nothing left of you for your friends to hold on

my shit hardcore Prepare for the night that you never wanted These streets is taunted Blacked out Impala with the big rims on it Hit'cha corner with the lights

if they get on my nerves. I swerve to the right. Hit the lock. Hit the block. Think I'm feeling that hard. Stop playing. Cause I beg them. Bag them

the MC search till I reach third base And when I get home I'ma hit home plate Wait, would this be considered our first date? Yay, this picture just looks so trash Your body

, a** kisser, sucker for love Type to pick up the glass slipper Look around a** n**** before you add liquor 'Cause bein' an ad-libber he'll be in a bag

in a '98 Ac-Right *gun cocks, followed by a gunshot* (Get the fuck out!) Left him bleedin' at the light! Now it's back on, the money bag full of riches

smacked Anyway though, styles don't apply to me Jeff Goldblum couldn't be more fly to me Shorty say right after the suck fuck proof You hit it on the

surprise, double disc touched five Those elements, kept environments colonized With the high flyin' death-defyin' flow like the rebel Right there, but you're one light

I'm liable take portion cause I'll fly that head ? Dig the jazz that's closets from the Paz be-low bugged Groovy like the nickel bag of love, slidin through