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BEATSMASH - Bodied Lyrics



BEATSMASH - Bodied Lyrics
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[ Featuring Pelly, SooDope ]

Yeah
You know what I'm saying
Let's get it
Show em how we do it one time
Bet
That's how we do it on this side
Ay ay yeah yeah
Woo
Fully loaded with the blow back
Shrap face and a toe tag
Chain ripping through the whole set
Came, saw, then conquered it
Big draw with the card again
Make a name
Don't follow them
Setting flame for the opposite
While changing things like anonymous
Old heads with they regrets
Small bed I don't sleep yet
Y'all dead if you ain't living
Y'all mad if you ain't winning
Two cents ain't a big bet
All gas and we stay revving
Put some respect on the name
Yah
It's all chance in a game seven
Come here to show it
So go ahead and blow it
Like bomb dropping kamikaze
They all going to know it
So here come the moment
You fake rappers get sloppy
Fake people need hobbies
Real letters no copies
Beatsmash let the beat drop
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Hold up
Yuh
I ain't done
Pull the trigger
Where the target at
Premature
You ain't coming back
Live and learn
When it's something bad
Gotta earn it when you want a bag
High heaven in a great place
Big clouds in my safe space
Roll heavy with a big bass
Smoke vibrate when the place shakes
Ah ah
I don't take names
Make money, I don't make blame
Here for it with the loose change
Like a penny earned in my piggy bank
Woo woo
And that's bacon something
Lay flat on your face with gunners
I don't even gotta chase the summer
That's heat coming from the race we running
Step lightly
I don't tread water
Sink or swim
Esta en mi mama
Don't need excuses
I got plenty of them
Won't be a nuisance
I'm a problem coming
Join in
Or you can jump ship
I was born lucid
When I dreamt this
I was torn choosing
When I flexed this
Now it's my time
It was destined
Best coming
No rest coming
We gonna mess something
When they get cocky
Pests coming
No vest coming
We gonna test something
When they hard Rocky
Most rappers ain't got dotty
Cut up lines
Like John Gotti
Locked and loaded
We arrive finally
You didn't come correct
So we caught a body
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
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Yeah
You know what I'm saying
Let's get it
Show em how we do it one time
Bet
That's how we do it on this side
Ay ay yeah yeah
Woo
Fully loaded with the blow back
Shrap face and a toe tag
Chain ripping through the whole set
Came, saw, then conquered it
Big draw with the card again
Make a name
Don't follow them
Setting flame for the opposite
While changing things like anonymous
Old heads with they regrets
Small bed I don't sleep yet
Y'all dead if you ain't living
Y'all mad if you ain't winning
Two cents ain't a big bet
All gas and we stay revving
Put some respect on the name
Yah
It's all chance in a game seven
Come here to show it
So go ahead and blow it
Like bomb dropping kamikaze
They all going to know it
So here come the moment
You fake rappers get sloppy
Fake people need hobbies
Real letters no copies
Beatsmash let the beat drop
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Hold up
Yuh
I ain't done
Pull the trigger
Where the target at
Premature
You ain't coming back
Live and learn
When it's something bad
Gotta earn it when you want a bag
High heaven in a great place
Big clouds in my safe space
Roll heavy with a big bass
Smoke vibrate when the place shakes
Ah ah
I don't take names
Make money, I don't make blame
Here for it with the loose change
Like a penny earned in my piggy bank
Woo woo
And that's bacon something
Lay flat on your face with gunners
I don't even gotta chase the summer
That's heat coming from the race we running
Step lightly
I don't tread water
Sink or swim
Esta en mi mama
Don't need excuses
I got plenty of them
Won't be a nuisance
I'm a problem coming
Join in
Or you can jump ship
I was born lucid
When I dreamt this
I was torn choosing
When I flexed this
Now it's my time
It was destined
Best coming
No rest coming
We gonna mess something
When they get cocky
Pests coming
No vest coming
We gonna test something
When they hard Rocky
Most rappers ain't got dotty
Cut up lines
Like John Gotti
Locked and loaded
We arrive finally
You didn't come correct
So we caught a body
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
Let em all get bodied
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Writer: IRVING LORENZO, 7 MARCUS AURELIUS, JEFFREY ATKINS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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Performed By: BEATSMASH
Featuring: Pelly, SooDope
Language: English
Length: 3:04
Written by: IRVING LORENZO, 7 MARCUS AURELIUS, JEFFREY ATKINS

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