Body count

I'ma gun 'em down round, after round, after round After round, after round, I'll be rounding them out Up the body count, I be leaving puddles on the battleground Getting loud, I be striking on the clock like Big Ben

I'ma gun 'em down round, after round, after round After round, after round, I'll be rounding them out Up the body count, I be leaving puddles on the battleground Getting loud, I be striking on the clock like Big Ben

They chew up and spit you out Statue will leave a body count 青二才の渇望と焦燥

Sleep in my arms like a star tonight also there is no hope left to the world now that the night embroiders with kisses your body count the pain and let me alone in the wilderness

Sloppy seconds give my sloppy toppy But my top ho got a stupid body (Body) Bitch ask me my body count I'm a street nigga, better be specific (Brrt, brrt)

When I saw him I just had to say "Hi" Said he liked the way my DSL's pout And he didn't even ask about my body count Went to his place, there was cops all around

I make every high street unsafe1 Maria, help me, I'm overdue I'm only a virgin in an astrological sense, because my body count has seven figures I noticed you straightaway 1. This translation is literal. Figuratively, this could also be translated as "I paint every...

They chew up and spit you out Statue will leave a body count The desire and impatience of a young man

These niggas hate on BBLs and be walkin' 'round with the same scars (Ah) Real curvy, no edgin', niggas fight to get in my section (My section) Don't speak on my body count if the dick ain't worth comin' back for seconds Cosplay gangsters, fake-ass accents

kendine kendine kendine gel Body shop body shop body count has whole lotta numbers on it She down on molly

And all because of it you'd think that we would learn But still the body count the city fires burn Somewhere there's someone dying in a foreign land

I just do what I know Do it Better than anyone I know Let my body count speak for me I see where puzzle pieces fit

Tonight sleep in my arms like a star again there is no hope left for the world now that the night sews kisses on your body count the pain and leave me alone in the desert

But I feel like I'm in love with the pain, fam 'Cause it's the same old story Same old questions, what's your body count? Who were you linkin' before me?

Sleep in my arms like a star tonight also there is no hope left to the world now that the night embroiders with kisses your body count the pain and let me alone in the wilderness

Politicians confuse me I watch the body count rise Why are the children all marching

No prayers (no prayers) No thoughts (no thoughts) The body count is on your hands (on your hands)

(Heh, boss lady) Pray the god cause he gives me that booty (Hah, han) If he's ugly, then he's not accounted for in the body count (Hah, han) If he's ugly, then I'm doing it under the influence of alcohol (Hah, han)

Look at my bank account, Look at my fuckin' body count Now look at what I'm all about

Free for foot massages, giving oral is my passion (Uh) You could ride my face, I don't want nothing in return (Wait) Your body count and who you fuck is not my concern