paroles de chanson Body Work - Pusha T feat. Juicy J, Meek Mill, and French Montana

I got some killers so don't push me, Juicy J be on some mob shit
Waiting by your doorstep, hidin' in the bushes (mhmm)
If it comes down to it, ain't no thang but to do it
Got a vest on, got a gun that can really do it
You niggas playin' with real niggas' money, get fronted
One day you is the plug, next day you're in the dumpster
Couldn't keep it one hundred, you're thirty-two percent
The police got you on a leash, nigga you a bitch
Give yo' ass that body work nigga we spraying
Ridin' with three K's nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing
It's eating time, me and my niggas buffeting
Give yo' ass that body work, nigga we spraying
Ridin' with three K's nigga I ain't talking bout the Klan
This ain't no arcade, nigga so quit playing!
It's eating time, me and my niggas buffeting
You don't know about this life, nigga
Earning all of these stripes, nigga
Kilograms, Peter Pans, pack holders on bikes, nigga
Throwin bitches on flights, nigga
They ain't know that they're dykes, nigga
'Til the money's out and the bottle's pouring
They're in the midst of they life, nigga
Rose gold on my wrist
This Rolex like Devil's piss
This Daytona illuminate
Y'all think I'm talking that devil shit
This's fifty racks, no bezel shit
Like blood diamonds, it's rebel shit
This's more guns, this's more bodies
We call shots, they nobodies
They fuck niggas, they owe prolly
Who's fuckin with me? Nobody
When the guns drawn, they're so sorry
Spraying niggas now the Lord got 'em
Bullets out the barrel make your body jerk
Fuck with my money and I'll hit you that body work