The Clipse
The Clipse - Body Snatchers lyrics
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[Intro - Terrar] Yeah, yeah.. What y'all wanna do? What y'all wanna do? C-L, I-P, S-E, N-E-R-D What y'all wanna do? [Verse - Terrar] My coke money's in cleaners Give it a fresh rinse That bitch wit the tech, first line of defense Pullin' up in the Ac' black shit wit dents Test her aim, we'll be speaking your name in past tense Dress have you stressed till all black the scheme Chest poor formation when I'm wit my team Stand on the back line, rope fit for kings How we floss, high gloss, we livid through your dreams Death before dishonor, cut by Kitana Play while I lay, bathhouse Tijuana Getting fucked by Lana, hoes in the sauna Like I asked though, but her head was the trauma Arrogant for a reason, sex all season Two chicks, one dick, the odds are uneven Niggaz die for treason, heart stop beating Hang em from the lightpoles wintertime, when it's freezing Take the safety off lock, forty cali' chrome cock All I wanna hear, pows and pops And your last two breaths fore your breathin stop Bodysnatch you, whether it's rhythm or ones Bodysnatch you, whether grenade or guns Yo to all of my rivals, hold you bitches liable When it's time I'm pulling out my nine from the Bible [Chorus - Magnum