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body bag - young m.a lyrics

[intro]
ha!
i’m ’bout to talk my sh-t
brooklyn, what up?
m.a n-gg-

[verse]
i’m on some undefeated sh-t, now i can’t lose
get in the game i act a d-mn fool
get a mansion out in cancun, the size of a d-mn school
i gotta grind, now i can’t snooze
that’s your b-tch but she a fan too
i asked her ‘where your man at?’, she said ‘my man who?’
i do sh-t that you can’t do, cause n-gg- i’m the d-mn truth
my money long like bamboo
no top on the d-mn coupe, the haters like ‘d-mn you!’
man, shoot if i can’t lose just imagine what i can do
i’m at their heads like shampoo
b-tch i made it like i planned to
and i’m hot, f-ck around and catch a tan too
i ran to my dreams and my whole team ran too
posted up with the d-mn crew
[?] that’s my man too
big meech, tweety twiz, [?] eli all my n-gg-s out in c.i
yo, b-tta that’s the fam too
them haters mad because i came out the d-mn blue
and murdered everything and everybody in the d-mn room
them haters like ‘god d-mn i can’t stand you’
but i just smile back and count money ’til my hands blue
peep my d-mn shoes, the shirt and the pants too
partner outfit but my style is too d-mn rude
i’m the sh-t n-gg-, do you get the d-mn clue
i’m sh-tting on her, him, them, y’all and you
i swallow p-ssy like i can’t chew
and i had that b-tch going to a shock, now she can’t move
leave me alone haters i ain’t in the d-mn mood
f-ck around and have my face on the d-mn news
hit the block, pull up in something brand new
white coupe, red seats, campbell’s canned soup
i don’t hang with lames, naw i’m too d-mn cool
but i’m on fire in the d-mn booth
i’m the best to ever do it and this here is the d-mn prove
got n-gg-s shaking in their d-mn boots
cause they can’t f-ck with me like a b-tch with a red cooch
get it, f-ck it, now i’m ’bout to k!ll it
n-gg-s wanna do collabs, naw n-gg- i ain’t with it
cause you trash and that bullsh-t you spitting i ain’t feeling
grown men hating on me, b-tch n-gg-s in they feelings
y’all n-gg-s got a cl-toris
n-gg-s must be on they period
n-gg-s must be bi-curious
but i don’t take you n-gg-s serious
just put that dot on your head, cause i don’t f-ck with you n-gg-s period
basic -ss n-gg-s, old hating -ss n-gg-s
had a dream they was pursuing, but never made it -ss n-gg-s
is that the reason, why you mad
well you, you and him, y’all sucked the d-ck i never had
now i’m taking n-gg-s b-tches and i’m f-cking them with a strap
and send her back home to you and throw her -ss right in the cab
i’m a disrespectful n-gg- even without the henny
but it’s a whole ‘nother story when that liquor get up in me
i’m c-cking guns back and i’m hitting n-gg-s kidneys
ain’t sh-t about me friendly, got them big b’s with me
i ain’t talking ’bout them bentley’s
i’m talking bout them n-gg-s that walk around with them semis
that’ll pop you for them pennies, n-gg-
ha!

- young m a lyrics

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