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DJ Patt on the beat Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor
I don't give a fuck, fuck your jacket, zip it up Patrón in my cup, and the dick, she lick it up Cum on her tummy, I be really lovin' sluts (Ayy) I just fuck for fun, stickin' molly in her butt (Ew) Fuckin' your sister for fun, Lxrd Hippy, I am the one Clip in the butt of my gun, you got a gun that just stuns Run in their crib, then I dip, cash for the gold I just hit, ayy Don't pay that ho, I'm not rich (Damn) Mami be beggin' me for that good dick (Damn) I just fucked her brain, now she wants to lie in pain (Ayy) I'm about to roar, like a lion in the rain (Ayy) Think she loves me, when she snortin' cocaine Pull the fuckin' trigger, put the bullet in my brain
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor Let the demons take your soul In the hood, where you ain't safe Run in your house and we crackin' the safe Cuttin' your skin, I poison the blade Chillin' with demons, we hunt in the shade Don't beg for your life, 'cause it's too late Wash off the blood, my mind full of hate And I be trippin', I chill with the stars Yo they take Xanax, but I got the bars Split your ass open just like a cigar They callin' me concrete because I go hard Bodies hit the floor, it's a genocide It's a moshpit, bitch, get inside Hottest D, ho, better run and hide Hangin' off a rope, watch me slowly die
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor
Shout-out my nigga, Cracka Paul Ayy, ayy, ayy
Post up, ayy, fucked up, nigga, fuck's up? Bitch-made, wrist like slay, ayy Where that bitch? Dirty Dan, ayy, fifty grand, ayy I need that in rubber bands, ayy That's a lot, ayy, break the pot, beat the pot, ayy Like abuse, ayy, chain tight like a noose, ayy My nose runny like a marathon, marathon I get head for free I got coupons, coupons Stuck my dick inside your bitch like a... tampon
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