OMT Squeeze - Body Count

(Yea)
(Yea)
Body count
B-b-body count (Pow)
Stretching bodies need to bring a stretcher out (Ugh)
Rubber bands on these bands,The way his body stretching out
Momma should've kept him in the house, The way that she is stressing out
Body count
B-b-body count (Pow)
Stretching bodies need to bring a stretcher out
Rubber bands on these bands, The way his body stretching out
Momma should've kept him in the house, The way that she is stressing out
Should've stuck to gamin
I-instead you out here chasing clout
The murder rate is up and you became another body count
No bread on his head, Still cashed him out
Too many guns, Too many guns
Pass em out
Fucc it we gone pass em out
They said it was fuckin drought
We turn this bitch into a choppa crowd
The way them yoppas out
308s 223s 556, Ion give a fuck
Don't tell nobody about our whereabouts
And we gone keep on adding to that
Body count
B-b-body count (Pow)
Stretching bodies need to bring a stretcher out (Ugh)
Rubber bands on these bands,The way his body stretching out
Momma should've kept him in the house, The way that she is stressing out
Body count
B-b-body count (Pow)
Stretching bodies need to bring a stretcher out
Rubber bands on these bands, The way his body stretching out
Momma should've kept him in the house, The way that she is stressing out

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Jefri Sixayaketh

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