paroles de chanson Bodies - T-Rock

Niggas don't want no smoke...

Real G's, we do real things, what you know about it?
On that bullshit, got them sticks, what you know about it?
Savin' these hoes, never that, they for everybody
Get that cheese doe, niggas don't want no smoke, my killas got bodies

I rip this shit, swag of a pimp so watch yo fuckin' self hoe
If I pull yo bitch I'ma work her for
Every dollar, play that hoe like a cello
One love to College P, the south side in this hoe like hello
Will I ever be sucker by suckers to do
Sucker shit in the game again? Hell no
I'm a P-I-M-P, my N-I-N-E keep haters up off me for really doe
Niggas testin' my gangsta get left in the
IC, you barely alive, you don't hear me doe
One-eight-seven is my tendency on the
Enemy therefore the killin' is serial
I'm a force to be reckoned with all
By myself but my army is also imperial
You a washed up lil bitch and ya mentally
In a bad place, my Area 51 killas'll spray
I got a few shooters in Memphis and
Also in California livin' right up your way
I thought you knew that I'm from College
P, playas acknowledgin' me as the G.O.A.T
Who your favorite rapper?
I'ma spit him out for lunch if the fuck nigga fuckin' with me
On my mind I'm seein' dollar signs,
A verbal Columbine if you in school with a beast
Undermine the enemy and execute 'em all, how they try to do you and me
I don't fear Illuminati, I'm illuminated in God, I am true elite
Niggas who don't fear me in the present,
Listen to me in the future bitch you will see

Real G's, we do real things, what you know about it?
On that bullshit, got them sticks, what you know about it?
Savin' these hoes, never that, they for everybody
Get that cheese doe, niggas don't want no smoke, my killas got bodies

Ghetto hero, tell the truth, why you cowards lyin'?
Can't be seen for reasons of who I'm empowered by
I am God's guy, praise him high for his perfect plan
Help me charge my spirit now it's back to work again
Workin' hand, bible in my dash, ridin' eightyfive
Rifle in my stash, fuck protection from you crazy guys
I am crazy too, don't want to but I will spray you too
Light that ass up in the back like "bitch look what you made me do"
RSM is who I be, the mob is me, my word is bless
When you fuck with us lil bitch you fuckin' with the fuckin' best
Smith & Wess, Tecs on deck, vest on chest - let's go to war
I'm from --- go rip yo throat out, you can't use yo vocal chords
Fuck yo squad nigga, fuck yo side nigga, fuck yo broad
In the mouth, this pimp shit ain't no lie nigga, this da mob
It's my job to go hard on hoes, hard on CEO's
Hard on anyone who test me lyrically I'm like C4

Real G's, we do real things, what you know about it?
On that bullshit, got them sticks, what you know about it?
Savin' these hoes, never that, they for everybody
Get that cheese doe, niggas don't want no smoke, my killas got bodies

Niggas don't want no smoke...