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Catch a Body
1,695
Hip-Hop/Rap
Catch a Body was released on February 17, 2014 by Glizzy Gang as a part of the album Young Jefe
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Release DateFebruary 17, 2014
LabelGlizzy Gang
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marquis King
Marquis King
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shy Glizzy
Shy Glizzy
Producer
Zaytoven
Zaytoven
Producer

Lyrics

Walking with my .40, I might catch a body
Rollin', rollin', ridin', I might catch a body
Rollin' off the molly, I might catch a body
Rollie cost 'bout 40, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
Know you wanna rob me, all this damn Versace
These **** Steve Harvey, they ain't never shot nobody
All this damn gold like a **** came from Saudi
Back up, oh no, I might have to catch a body
Cuban link my chain, Cuban link my cocaine
Smoking on that gas, yeah, ****, propane
Balling like LeBron James, ****, what the fuck you mean?
Bitch walking with us on lean, she live life, she eat lo mein
Call my **** Zay, bring them beats to me
He said I gotta wait, I say no, need them today
**** after me, tell them **** pray
Glizzy gettin' paid, how much did I make today?
Walking with my .40, I might catch a body
Rollin', rollin', ridin', I might catch a body
Rollin' off the molly, I might catch a body
Rollie cost 'bout 40, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
Okay, I'm in my zone, YSL cologne
Smoking on that strong, how the fuck I make this song
Your bitch won't leave me alone, she gone off that Patron
Yeah, I got it, homes, don't talk dirty in my phone
Pull up to Santa Fe, that BM with a J
My bitch got a big ass, make her a lot of K's
Hold up, goddamn, shout out to my trap
Ride through my set, shoot your ass with no mess
Young rich ****, sell a lot of coca
Got a rich bitch, I think she the next Oprah
**** be on Twitter, sitting on the sofa
****, I'mma hit her, put your ass in the coffin
Walking with my .40, I might catch a body
Rollin', rollin', ridin', I might catch a body
Rollin' off the molly, I might catch a body
Rollie cost 'bout 40, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
I might catch a body, I might catch a body
Written by: Marquis King
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