Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Body Count lyrics

William Roberts II

[Rick Ross, Meek Mill - Body Count lyrics]

Make sure you know what
You're dealing with now

What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digit's
What you talkin' bout nigga?
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house they all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin'
What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digit's
What you talkin' bout nigga?
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house they all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin'

I got some bad hoes in my crib
Coup' stones in my couch
Scarface in this bitch
It's like a gun store in my house
Whole bird on my desk, bag it up by ounce
The feds watchin this bitch
Oh lord it's three strikes and I'm out
I'm gone what's your body count nigga?
I'm double digit's
Thirty birds I'm thinkin' we
Gon need another kitchen
I used to pack my little work
Fuck up my mother dishes
Now I'm the one to get the
Word to get a couple pigeons
Then we cook em up, and let 'em dry
We break it down, and let em fly
Send em to the hood, and tell em bye
All my niggas liftin weight
But we don't exercise ha!

What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digit's
What you talkin' bout nigga?
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house they all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin'
What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digit's
What you talkin' bout nigga?
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house they all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin'

Murder after murder, nigga you ain't heard
'Cause when it come to beef
I'm puttin' bread all on my burger
Man them shooters be so hungry
With bodies on they burner
I could send em to your crib
And once they spot you and confirm ya
They gon tear you out the frame
Fuckin' rip your picture
Send a message to your homie just
To make him get the picture
And if they tellin on me
I could make em hit the witness
They been off 'em like a summons
Dawg don't make me give 'em business
Talkin all that killa shit now
What's your body count
Shotty bounce will make your
Motherfuckin' body bounce
We on the graveyard shift where
All the bodies found
Catch em on twenty-threes
Them make the ride it bounce ah

What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digit's
What you talkin' bout nigga?
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house they all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin'
What's your body count nigga?
I'm double digit's
What you talkin' bout nigga?
It's time to get it
Bad bitches in the house they all exquisite
Couple million in the couch
Right here where I'm sittin'

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