
Buyin’ Bodies Doe Boy (Ft. Young Scooter)
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[Chorus: Doe Boy]
Shooters in my gang, got 'm all on my payroll
Have my young nigga put a body on the Drako
Young rich nigga, you know I gotta lay low
I'm a fuckin boss, bodies drop when I say so
I'm just buyin bodies with the bankroll
I'm just buyin bodies with the bankroll
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
I'm just buyin bodies with the bankroll
You ain't livin till your dead, that's what I came for
Headshot fuck nigga, that's what I payed for
Cross the band god, turn 'm to an angel
You from out of town, why you buyin tropic?
Yeah my alibigh comes back solid
All this money, spend it cause I got it
Fuck nigga I ain't rapping, I'm just honest
Freeband gang, niggas never play us
Future working with like 50 m's, we dangerous
You too broke to beef with us, you better wake up
Kick his door, shot him while he layed up
We gon keep buyin bodies with the bankroll
If your favorite rapper gangsta, why his chain gone?
Bitch, I'm always in the hood with my chains on
Bust the change on your brain, get your brain blown
Shooters in my gang, got 'm all on my payroll
Have my young nigga put a body on the Drako
Young rich nigga, you know I gotta lay low
I'm a fuckin boss, bodies drop when I say so
I'm just buyin bodies with the bankroll
I'm just buyin bodies with the bankroll
[Verse 1: Doe Boy]
I'm just buyin bodies with the bankroll
You ain't livin till your dead, that's what I came for
Headshot fuck nigga, that's what I payed for
Cross the band god, turn 'm to an angel
You from out of town, why you buyin tropic?
Yeah my alibigh comes back solid
All this money, spend it cause I got it
Fuck nigga I ain't rapping, I'm just honest
Freeband gang, niggas never play us
Future working with like 50 m's, we dangerous
You too broke to beef with us, you better wake up
Kick his door, shot him while he layed up
We gon keep buyin bodies with the bankroll
If your favorite rapper gangsta, why his chain gone?
Bitch, I'm always in the hood with my chains on
Bust the change on your brain, get your brain blown
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