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Young M.A "Body Bag" (Official Video)
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[Verse 1]
Ha
I'm 'bout to talk my shit
Brooklyn, what up?
M.A. ****
[Verse 2]
I'm on some undefeated shit, now I can't lose
Get in the game, I act a damn fool
Get a mansion out in Cancun, the size of a damn school
I gotta grind, now I can't snooze
That's your bitch but she a fan too
I asked her, where your man at?
She said, my man who?
I do shit that you can't do 'cause **** I'm the damn truth
My money long like bamboo
No top on the damn coupe, the haters like, damn you
Man shoot, if I can't lose just imagine what I can do
I'm at their heads like shampoo
Bitch, I made it like I planned too
And I'm hot, fuck around and catch a 10-2
I ran to my dreams and my whole team ran too
Posted up with the damn crew
Ride a little loud, real things keeps black Chris Jade, that's my man too
[Verse 3]
Big Meech, Tweety Twiz, Bitty Eli, all my ****'s out in C.I.
Yo, butter, that's the fam too
Them haters mad because I came out the damn blue
And murdered everything and everybody in the damn room
Them haters like, Goddamn, I can't stand you
But I just smile back and count money till my hands blue
Peep my damn shoes, the shirt and the pants too
Pardon the outfit but my style is too damn rude
I'm the shit ****, do you get the damn clue?
I'm shitting on her, him, them, y'all and you
I swallow pussy like I can't chew
And I had that bitch going to a shock, now she can't move
[Verse 4]
Leave, leave me alone haters I ain't in the damn mood
Fuck around and have my face on the damn news
Hit the block, pull up in something brand new
White coupe, red seats, Campbell's canned soup
I don't hang with lames, naw I'm too damn cool
But I'm on fire in the damn booth
I'm the best to ever do it and this here is the damn proof
Got ****'s shaking in they damn boots
'Cause they can't fuck with me like a bitch with a red cooch
Get it, fuck it, now I'm 'bout to kill it
[Verse 5]
****'s wanna do collabs, naw **** I ain't with it
'Cause you trash and that bullshit you spitting I ain't feeling
Grown men hating on me, bitch ****'s in they feelings
Y'all ****'s got a clitoris
****'s must be on they period
****'s must be bi-curious
But I don't take you ****'s serious
Just put that dot on your head
'Cause I don't fuck with you ****, period
[Verse 6]
Basic ass ****, old hating ass ****
Had a dream they was pursuing, but never made it ass ****
Is that the reason why you mad?
Well, you, you and him, you sucked the dick I never had
Now I'm taking ****'s bitches and I'm fucking them with a strap
And send her back home to you and throw her ass right in the cab
I'm a disrespectful **** even without the Henny
But it's a whole nother story when that liquor get up in me
I'm cocking guns back and I'm hitting ****'s kidneys
Ain't shit about me friendly, got them big B's with me
I ain't talking 'bout them Bentley's
I'm talking 'bout them ****'s that walk around with them semi's
That'll pop you for them pennies, ****
Ha
[Verse 7]
Yo
Listen, I'm tired of these fucking grown ass men hating on me, man
Grown ass ****'s acting like a fucking bunch of birds, ****
It's M.A. ****, I'm here, deal with it
I'm the best to do this shit, fuck all them other ****'s out there
I don't give a fuck
Brooklyn, what up?
Ha
Remember the name, ****
Remember my mother fucking name, ****
M.A.
Ha
Written by: Katorah Marrero, Matthew Jacobson
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