TOKYO’S REVENGE, Jasiah - BODYCOUNT lyrics
[TOKYO’S REVENGE, Jasiah - BODYCOUNT lyrics]
Ayy, what? yeah, um
(Haha, I fucked that bitch)
I make music (And that's on God, two times)
For people who go to school
To fight instead of learn, ha
(And she gon’ get me naked)
I'm, I'm too horny
Haha (I can’t even) Look, yeah, look
(Put your butthole) yeah, huh
Woo (On my mouth)
Bitch (I'm not a bitch) , hey
(That's all I got, hold on, that's all I got)
Ayy, yeah
We gon' stomp him out (What?)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He’s speakin’ crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house ’cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count?
We gon’ stomp him out (Out)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about? (yeah)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count?
Put my dick, her forehead, pretty bitch
Gimme neck i'ma replace your face when I
Dump out this lead (Baow)
Put the blunt out on your baby
What he say? I can't hear it (Stupid)
It's too loud, and it's laced
And I don't motherfuckin' care (Uh, uh, uh)
Gettin' stupid cash, but please don't
Ask, I'm gettin' greedy, ayy
Count a hundred bands and then I
Laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy
(yeah, yeah)
Big clip in the bag, don't wear no
Mask, I hope you see me, ayy
Seven figures in the bag, ain't finna bring
It back, my niggas be eatin', ayy, huh?
(Okay, okay)
Put a L right on your shit like a Lexus is
I bought my guns straight from
Tex' like Alexis is bitch, hit yo' neck
Make it spin like The Exorcist
(Huh? What? Um)
Sentimental bitch, she don't get no text
(yeah, brrt) ice all on my wrist 'cause
There's slit's on them (yeah)
As-salamu alaykum, piece on my hip
(yeah, look)
Oh, you got money, do you? X
Ray vision, see right through you, uh
You should meet this ruler, it
Cut through you, Freddy Krueger, uh
(yeah, ayy) that bitch Kryptonite
(yeah) , she suck my dick, I'm feelin' super
Huh (yeah) stuffed money in my pillow
(Hey) , had a dream like
Martin Luther, uh (Hey, hey)
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count? (Stupid)
(Haha, I fucked that bitch)
I make music (And that's on God, two times)
For people who go to school
To fight instead of learn, ha
(And she gon’ get me naked)
I'm, I'm too horny
Haha (I can’t even) Look, yeah, look
(Put your butthole) yeah, huh
Woo (On my mouth)
Bitch (I'm not a bitch) , hey
(That's all I got, hold on, that's all I got)
Ayy, yeah
We gon' stomp him out (What?)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He’s speakin’ crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house ’cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count?
We gon’ stomp him out (Out)
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about? (yeah)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count?
Put my dick, her forehead, pretty bitch
Gimme neck i'ma replace your face when I
Dump out this lead (Baow)
Put the blunt out on your baby
What he say? I can't hear it (Stupid)
It's too loud, and it's laced
And I don't motherfuckin' care (Uh, uh, uh)
Gettin' stupid cash, but please don't
Ask, I'm gettin' greedy, ayy
Count a hundred bands and then I
Laugh, you hoes be needy, ayy
(yeah, yeah)
Big clip in the bag, don't wear no
Mask, I hope you see me, ayy
Seven figures in the bag, ain't finna bring
It back, my niggas be eatin', ayy, huh?
(Okay, okay)
Put a L right on your shit like a Lexus is
I bought my guns straight from
Tex' like Alexis is bitch, hit yo' neck
Make it spin like The Exorcist
(Huh? What? Um)
Sentimental bitch, she don't get no text
(yeah, brrt) ice all on my wrist 'cause
There's slit's on them (yeah)
As-salamu alaykum, piece on my hip
(yeah, look)
Oh, you got money, do you? X
Ray vision, see right through you, uh
You should meet this ruler, it
Cut through you, Freddy Krueger, uh
(yeah, ayy) that bitch Kryptonite
(yeah) , she suck my dick, I'm feelin' super
Huh (yeah) stuffed money in my pillow
(Hey) , had a dream like
Martin Luther, uh (Hey, hey)
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about? (Huh?)
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count?
We gon' stomp him out
He talkin' way too fuckin' much (yeah)
What's there to talk about?
He's speakin' crazy out his neck
So we gon' walk him down (What?)
We at your house 'cause you ain't comin' out
(Mm-mm) what's the body count? (Stupid)