Bodies In The Basement Styles P

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[Chorus]
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Get your ass turned into a memory
Bodies in the basement
Bodies in the basement
Rock em off more
Bodies bodies in the basement
If you left it up to me, yea all of 'em be shot

[Verse 2]
Cocaine, red rum, heroin, automatic gun
Watch the led come, twerking money then spread some
Nigga you'd die if you'd try me
Warn a brother, my gun is Def Jam, Joey ID
Definitely won't jam when you ride up beside me
Straight pound, straight A, bring em on my paydays
And every day is payday
I shoot yo' shit down like mayday
Ain't a better rapper, if it is, I don't know of 'em
My raise is hoe ass bitch and she's blowing 'em
Cuban necktie off buck 50
Realest nigga in rap, come fuck with me
Niggas know and bitches too
LOX, D block, sickest crew
123, showing what the 4 5th'll do
I don't give a fuck about your family that's missing you

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