Bodies Gotta Get Caught Lyrics - Singles - Az

Play time's over lime green rover 

Even after Remi still seems i'm sober 

My cream got lower them things got colder 

Ever since the last thing I caught in October 

June's now here move around where 

Parts of D.C what ya'll doin down there 

Dough gotta get flipped who gotta get hit 

Got a lot of work can't let shit sit 

I know down there it's slow down there 

Everything's double I can blow down there 

Next flight out i'ma jet right out 

Got the white floating on the 95 south 

See y'all soon it'll be around noon 

And y'all know a nigga style i'ma leave y'all room 

Dressed in old clothes step on no toes 

Money over bitches sexxin no hoes 

It's shit like that'll make you slip like that 

Crossed all up and get you hit like that 

The game ain't fair names ain't clear 

Everybody wanna hustle it's a shame I swear 

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(Chorus:) 

Bodies Gotta get caught (Niggas gotta die) 

Everybody wanna shit talk (Why niggas gotta lie?) 

Somebody gotta get scorched (Niggas gone fry) 

It's time niggas get taught (Stop gettin high) 

(repeat) 

Ain't no rules no more nobody's cool no more 

But I ain't never give a fuck so screw y'all all 

Love to ball since school got moves and all 

Sweet J's three play I abuse the floor 

And there's certain niggas now I refuse to call 

Swtiching up on the cards only confused them all 

You got blocks go head move that wall 

Like to break shit down I give em two for four 

I'ma get my run few trips i'm done 

Wanna fuck but the work can't mix wit fun 

See the shit don't stop till i'm sittin on top 

And ain't nuttin like floating through picking up knots 

Y'all know that vibe a nigga's soul done died 

Play the board till the lord above close my eyes 

It's real like that why I feel like that 

Couldn't understand til I had to conceal a ghat 

But SOS don't play it goes both ways 

And we love hittin corners just like roach spray 

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(Chorus) 

So if you love yourself you won't cross my path 

I gasoline niggas up and torch they ass 

40 yards from the field goal caught the pass 

While you fumble shit knocked off half ya stash 

Had to be your work I see your hurt 

But any fool on the street gotta eat first 

I earnt that right i've turnt out nights 

Just now taking time out to learn about life 

It's more wise to it like why did I do it 

Why if I do it y'all would die if I use it 

(Chorus x2)