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bags & bodies - suspect (active gxng) lyrics

bags & bodies lyrics
[intro]
ahahaha
woi woi woi
suwoo, woi
su*su*su
fu*fu*fu*fuwoo
ahahaha, haha
ay this one’s kinda cold, ay man listen
su*su*su*suwoo
ay, yeah

[verse]
they want me dead and the feeling’s mutual
don’t catch feelings, we catch bodies
then it’s back to business as usual (that’s right)
we took that 9 to 5, that’s hammer and nails
gotta drill this manual, step on the auto
shoot like daniel, craig
yevz, that’s 007
broski’s tapped, he’s doubled his weapons
i asked him, “why?”
said, “double the wettins.”
lurk for an hour, gotta be patient
spot me an opp, get duppied in seconds
3 man step, that’s sx3
and it equals death so keep it steppin’
we the real steppers, steppеrs
broadday, blitz, real kweffers
thе whole agb done wet our wetters
beat our skengs, them man beat their dead friend’s girls
i’m glad that i ain’t got deadbeat friends
beef can’t end, give them wounds that nurse can’t mend
so mum tryna make ends meet
so i hit the bando tryna make some cheese
got stuck in the trap like mice
i’m smokin’ mizz, they’re smokin’ lighters
it’s a’ight if i don’t wanna f*ck tonight?
just give me top while i smoke this opp
don’t ask, “which one?” ‘cah bare got dropped
squeeze got chopped and recks got shot
bro beat shots and their head got knocked off
she wan’ play angel, i know she’s not
two*two shots, now her head’s on bop
she a throat goat, i give neckshots
she took my soul, and i take souls too
opps and thots both get backshots (no h0m*)
henny got me in a different mood
been money and beef since i was a yute (that’s right)
now i’m tryna make it out with verses
tired of puttin’ these pr*cks in he*rs*s
action left his friend to get cabbaged
please don’t talk ’bout purgers, purgers
two wrongs don’t make a right
but if i get wronged then i can’t see right
so gang went there and made him rest in peace
good news, made man sleep tight, good yutes
nowadays in bad disguise
streets, still do you know i am the truth?
if you ain’t put hands on a pagan yute
then don’t talk drills in the booth
four*door stop, bare heartbeats drop
hop out the car like jack in the box
remember first time i saw jack in the pot
see him disappear, come back as a rock
fourteen with a crackpipe
that’s school of rock, no jack black
that’s workin’ *rs*, no back back
paul just picked up 5, no blackjack
in the a, i’m a king like henry the viii
tryna take heads off in queens
play your cards right or you might get seen on your j’s and left right there on the scene
ten man dash and nine didn’t make it
bro dished corn and your broski ate it
agb or 7th
probably both ’cause it’s all the same ting
and you know we don’t f*ck with the 6th
say it three times, don’t f*ck with satan
and when you wan’ mention camden
leave out the 5 cah they’re disgraces
snitches, pagans, tryna find refuge in the police station (f*ckin’ snitches)
more than 4 got; miz got left in the pavement
free ar out the cages (free ‘im up)
swung two times but the first one aced it
bro too tapped, just carried on shavin’ (ay, ay)
we ain’t your average pagans
sh*t’s intense when you’re beefin’ the agans (ay, ay)
don’t know what drugs he was taking
he got got, now you’re on medication
bro got shh and took a vacation
bro got shh and took a vacation
[outro]
ayy, free all the f*ckin’ n*ggas innit
get man, agb sh*t
get man, f*ck all the 5
f*ck the police, f*ck the pagans
f*ck anything p
y’get me?
gang, gang gang gang
suwoo, woi woi woi

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