Az - Bodies Gotta Get Caught Lyrics

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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

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)

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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

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 2x

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