OMT Squeeze – Body Count

OMT Squeeze – Body Count Lyrics Letra:
Body count
Body count
Stretching Bodies need to bring a stretcher out

Rubber bands on these bands
The way his body stretching out
Momma should′ve kept him in the house
The way that she is stressing out

Should’ve stuck to gamin
Instead you out here chasing clout
The murder rate is up
And you became another body count
No bread on his head
Still cashed him out
Too many guns
Too many guns
Pass em out
F it we gone pass em out
They said it was f′ drought
We turn this bitch into a choppa crowd
The way them yoppas out
308s 223s 556 Ion give a f
Don’t tell nobody about our whereabouts
And we gone keep on adding to that

Body count
Body count
Stretching Bodies need to bring a stretcher out
Rubber bands on these bands
The way his body stretching out
Momma should’ve kept him in the house
The way that she is stressing out

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