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Guapdad 4000 & !llmind - "Catching Bodies" (1176)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Guapdad 4000
Guapdad 4000
Performer
!llmind
!llmind
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeem Hayes
Akeem Hayes
Songwriter
Imran Abbas
Imran Abbas
Songwriter
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Ramon Ibanga Jr
Songwriter
Thomas Kessler
Thomas Kessler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
!llmind
!llmind
Producer
Abaz
Abaz
Co-Producer
James Delgado
James Delgado
Mixing Engineer
Xplosive
Xplosive
Co-Producer
Nicholas DePorcel
Nicholas DePorcel
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

It's a check I'm not selfish, I can not help it Body look good, even better when I felt it Body like soul food, suck you like shellfish Murder on my mind now, I am not Melvin Prolly need a lawyer, prolly need a bails man You the whole package, you don't need a salesman Hot like Celsius, hot like Kelvin I let you steal my whole rock like Elvis Come have it, bust down in Balenci' You a bad B, 21 and naked, you a savage If you let me ah-ah, I'ma stab it Put Chanel-y on your back, gotta have it I'm about self care, 20K in that Telfar, usŠµd to be on wealth fare ShŠµ been givin' me that look Might as well put some money on a nigga book 'Cause I know I'm gettin' locked up I know I'm gettin' locked up, body gettin' locked up She gettin' locked up, know we gettin' locked up We gettin' locked up I know, I should go back to the streets But I gotta get my peace, that "Ah" gon' die by me I'ma kill it every time, I'ma catch a body in here I'ma catch a body if I hit it wrong Lookin' like that, I'ma catch a body in here I'ma catch a body if I hit him when he lookin' like that Smell a homi' in the air I'ma catch a body if he lookin' like that when I hit, yeah Just give me the word, I'ma pull over on this curb, let's spray that Count up dog shit, pourin' up darkness Sippin' on Belaire, stearin' in a starship Mob stick in the back seat, it's a war ship Fuck the police, fuck the law, livin' lawless Black boy joy, every season, I'm flawless I'm the reason why these niggas hate it, and they all pissed Glock pocket watchin' my bag, and came for y'all kids Got a dangerous mind, I'm coldhearted I don't know if it's the history curvin' on my mind When I think about that, I got murder on my mind Hey, Kiki, keep clarity VV, I'm rippin' it TC I'm stuck in these day heads, buildin' a Tiki Really not a problem when you wanna come see me Just drop up in it, I'ma spin a bend Keep it player, I'm not tryna put no hands on you I'm just tryna put these bands on you, yeah, still I'm gettin' locked up I know I'm gettin' locked up, body gettin' locked up She gettin' locked up, know we gettin' locked up We gettin' locked up I know, I should go back to the streets But I gotta get my peace, that "Ah" gon' die by me I'ma kill it every time, I'ma catch a body in here I'ma catch a body if I hit it wrong Lookin' like that, I'ma catch a body in here I'ma catch a body if I hit him when he lookin' like that Smell a homi' in the air I'ma catch a body if he lookin' like that when I hit, yeah Just give me the word, I'ma pull over on this curb, let's spray that
Writer(s): Ramon Ibanga Jr., Akeem Hayes, Thomas Kessler, Irman Abbas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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