London On Da Track - No Haters lyrics

(London on da track, b**h) [Verse] We catch a body and we laugh about it I f**ed her friend, I don't feel bad about it Grinding is agonizing but it's gratifying (yeah) Skinny tires, on a salad diet Ooh, I lost my mind, I'm like "f** everybody" Yeah, I lost my mind, but I got extra copies Yeah, I f** so long it feel like exercising I'll test a lion before testifying All I got is hitters in my squad I could get you k**ed, all my n***as want the job I could get you k**ed, it just take a head nod I want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Zero f**s given I make her come to the condo bu*t-naked Cause, b**h, ain't no stealin She still come visit She don't wanna leave She compared it to me leaving a witness I said I get it I keep some c**aine on me for the b**hes And this AK is not for decoration f**boys give me the heebie-jeebies I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages Hey, if she can s** a dick and snort a Quaalude Then, ooh baby, you got my full attention Champagne expensive, it taste good or vintage Open your nose, I'll put some sugar in it I don't f** around with them f**arounds I might f** around and catch a body I got some n***as that'll hunt you down And catch you slippin' like you playin' hockey Woo We catch a body and we laugh about it I f** her friend, I don't feel bad about it Money and Drugs, I'm talkin Math and Science Ooh, skinny tires, on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body Make sure he dead Before we leave, my n***a, grab his wallet Ooh I got the hook up on them rocket launchers I told Obama "f** with me, you know I got it" Slim, you need to f** with me, you know I got it I know somebody that know somebody Look Traffic dying, we still trap-or-dying It's agonizing, but it's gratifying Squad I could get you k**ed, all my n***as want the job I could get you k**ed, it just take a head nod Want you dead by tonight, that's a real deadline Hold up You ain't got no hitters in your squad I could get you k**ed, that's my real day job I'm a crime of pa**ion, I'm a f**in hate crime Spit like I ate bombs, Eminem on 8 mile I'm the motherf**in' man Scarface, Facemob Pockets lookin like the Blob Chips like Cape Cod Bust your motherf**in egg til I see egg nog My bougie b**h ratchet, my ratchet b**h a straight snob Hold up Who know how to read gang signs? Cause we gon throw 'em up and we gon give 'em hang time I got white, I got brown; sell it at the same time That's that James Brown and that's that James Bond, ooh We catch a body and we laugh about it It's catastrophic but we glamorize it It's agonizin but it's gratifyin Skinny tires on a salad diet Chopper leave you with a half a body No hesitation, no stall Like the bathroom crowded Chopper so big, so tall it could wrap around me Triple A - Astronomic And Atomic Tunechi And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait And I'm so sorry for the wait