Bodies lyrics

[Intro: LXRD HIPPY]
DJ Patt on the beat
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor

[Chorus: CRACKA PAUL]
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor

[Verse 1: LXRD HIPPY]
I don't give a f*ck, f*ck your jacket, zip it up
Patrón in my cup, and the di*k, she lick it up
c*m on her tummy, I be really lovin' sl*ts (Ayy)
I just f*ck for fun, stickin' molly in her butt (Ew)
f*ckin' your sister for fun, Lxrd Hippy, I am the one
Clip in the butt of my gun, you got a gun that just stuns
Run in their crib, then I dip, cash for the gold I just hit, ayy
Don't pay that ho, I'm not rich (Damn)
Mami be beggin' me for that good di*k (Damn)
I just f*cked her brain, now she wants to lie in pain (Ayy)
I'm about to roar, like a lion in the rain (Ayy)
Think she loves me, when she snortin' cocaine
Pull the f*ckin' trigger, put the bullet in my brain
[Chorus: CRACKA PAUL]
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor

[Verse 2: CRACKA PAUL]
Let the bodies hit the floor
Let the demons take your soul
In the hood, where you ain't safe
Run in your house and we crackin' the safe
Cuttin' your skin, I poison the blade
Chillin' with demons, we hunt in the shade
Don't beg for your life, 'cause it's too late
Wash off the blood, my mind full of hate
And I be trippin', I chill with the stars
Yo they take Xanax, but I got the bars
Split your ass open just like a cigar
They callin' me concrete because I go hard
Bodies hit the floor, it's a genocide
It's a moshpit, b*tch, get inside
Hottest D, ho, better run and hide
Hangin' off a rope, watch me slowly die

[Chorus: CRACKA PAUL]
Let the bodies hit the floor, let the bodies hit the floor
Let the bodies hit the floor, hit the floor, hit the floor
[Interlude: XXXTENTACION]
Shout-out my n*gga, Cracka Paul
Ayy, ayy, ayy

[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION]
Post up, ayy, f*cked up, n*gga, f*ck's up?
b*tch-made, wrist like slay, ayy
Where that b*tch? Dirty Dan, ayy, fifty grand, ayy
I need that in rubber bands, ayy
That's a lot, ayy, break the pot, beat the pot, ayy
Like abuse, ayy, chain tight like a noose, ayy
My nose runny like a marathon, marathon
I get head for free I got coupons, coupons
Stuck my di*k inside your b*tch like a... tampon