album cover
Bodyha
3
Hip-Hop/Rap
Bodyha was released on May 15, 2023 by Meraculous Entertainment as a part of the album Bodyha - Single
album cover
Release DateMay 15, 2023
LabelMeraculous Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Charles Theodore Riley
Charles Theodore Riley
Songwriter

Lyrics

Ice on my neck diamond lookin' like Mardi Gras
I turn it up now I'm makin' your body hot
Kick in'the door to the party I'm outta pocket
Fly out the Mercury girl I ain't got no options
Get in there, I gotta get in there
My circle small I don't think you can fit in there
Try me lil' **** I'll hit you like Benadryl
I don't got opps but I know some fuck **** for real
How you finesse you ain't got no skills
I said trust none just trust in them bills
Dead Prezies until I get me a bill
Nowadays all these motherfuckers gettin' killed
I ain't gon' lie nowadays I ain't uppity
Cut me a piece so these **** won't fuck with me
I pray for peace so these **** won't fuck with me
I molly whop the whole block if you touchin' me
It's gettin' cool in here my cousin he bloody he bool in here
I'm miraculous shinin' like jewels in here
Gymnastics we flippin' rules in here
Fantastic I got the crew in here
Got sticks like 4x2s in here
Ride for the troop my brothers and sisters they shootin
Yeah we stepp in shoes in heeels
Why these pussy **** tryna act like I ain't like that
How the fuck you goofy but you claimin' that you like that
**** ain't shootin' they just tweetin' they ain't like that
I'm a big dog if it's up I'm like Chiraq
Ice on my neck diamond lookin' like Mardi Gras
I turn it up now I'm makin' your body hot
Kick in'the door to the party I'm outta pocket
Fly out the Mercury girl I ain't got no options
Get in there, I gotta get in there
My circle small I don't think you can fit in there
Try me lil' **** I'll hit you like Benadryl
I don't got opps but I know some fuck **** for real
How you finesse you ain't got no skills
I said trust none just trust in them bills
Dead Prezies until I get me a bill
Nowadays all these motherfuckers gettin' killed
I'm the party I'm screamin' fuck everybody
I got out of my box and that's word to Roddy
Boy you fraudulent no you can't fool nobody
Got your bitch on my dick got me feelin' cocky
Yeah she tell me she love me she wanna have fun
Say she tryna eat dick and she eat it for lunch
Yeah you thought i was feelin' you bitch you a munch
My lil' bitch she exotic like Zaza and Runtz
Trap jump in the AM it's feelin' like brunch
Got haters can't count em I know me a bunch
You ain't bout it bout it no I don't give a fuck
**** talkin' that gibberish feelin' like huh
Ice on my neck diamond lookin' like Mardi Gras
I turn it up now I'm makin' your body hot
Kick in'the door to the party I'm outta pocket
Fly out the Mercury girl I ain't got no options
Get in there, I gotta get in there
My circle small I don't think you can fit in there
Try me lil' **** I'll hit you like Benadryl
I don't got opps but I know some fuck **** for real
How you finesse you ain't got no skills
I said trust none just trust in them bills
Dead Prezies until I get me a bill
Nowadays all these motherfuckers gettin' killed
Ice on my neck diamond lookin' like Mardi Gras
I turn it up now I'm makin' your body hot
Kick in'the door to the party I'm outta pocket
Fly out the Mercury girl I ain't got no options
Written by: Charles Theodore Riley
instagramSharePathic_arrow_out􀆄 copy􀐅􀋲

Loading...