
Couple Bodies ft. Rj Lamont Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
R.J. always trippin' man, R.J. always trippin' man
Couple riders bangin' with us, stop a track, you dead and gone
Spin the block, forgot the strap, went the distance sent'em home
Tippy toein keep it humble, I don't mean to set alarms
Pay too much to duke it, okay, run it bitch, let's get it on
Couple riders bangin' with us, stop a tracks, you dead and gone
Spin the block, forgot the strap, we went the distance sent'em home
Tippy toein keep it humble, I don't mean to set alarms
Pay too much to duke it, okay, run it bitch, let's get it on
Okay, let's get it on
Runnin' up a milli, D to Philly, hear it in my tone
Fuck internet beefin' fuck the tweetin, man, you bitches grown
What do I gotta do to get it through to you? I'm fuckin' on
K.O., K.O., K.O., K.O., K.O., K.O., K.O., K.O
Im bout payment glacier water, runnin' down my neck still I'm dehydrated
High maintenance, if I do the show then I need five Ks
And nine bracelets for them baddie bitches for behind stages
RJ made it, so you know we thuggin' with that crown
Lately gettin' paid from stages, so you know we out of town
Latley single branded to keep the yak hand
Studs throw bullets back, said hold it backi wanna roll a stack
God damn it, I swear all bills is bandits
Run it back up im finna double that, I said bitch, I'll be your sugar daddy
Run a hundred, then I run another pdiddy, that hoe, my cake is bakin
Poppin e's in the fuckin' those racks, be turnn into, what I'm rakin
bitches poppin' Molly right before we fuckin' So racks be we turnin' into what I'm makin
Couple riders bangin' with the stopp our tracks, you dead and gone
Spin the block, forgot the strap, we went the distance sent'em home
Tipping toein keep it humble, I don't mean to set alarms
Payed too much to duke it, okay, run it bitch, let's get it on
Couple riders bangin' with us stop our tracks, you dead and gone
Spin a block, forgot the strap, we went the distance sent'em home
Tipping toein keep it humble, I don't mean to set alarms
Paid too much to duke it, okay, run this bitch, let's get it on
Paid too much to duke it, okay, run this bitch, let's get it on
Run it, bitch, let's get it on
Paid too much to duke it, run it, bitch, let's get it on