Body By Jake - Count Bass D

SP ain’t did this shit

Count did this shit

Don’t deserve me, Banana split my shit

I’m happy to see you

That’s why it’s in my pocket

Put a sock in it

I know you wanna slice my Adam’s Apple

I peeped that he knew she was a three time felon

They can’t elope but he can water her melons

In a conjugal visit, it’s sweet, it’s exquisite

2500 square feet got here with her with triple A feet

MPC didn’t do this shit, Count made this beat

11:50, cypher complete, or off ten, huh

I rock pens, floppy frogs leap with Saki

Dwight good, and my brother Mark Builler

Last name Farrell

Much ration, Antigen, voxel have me dullage in Brixton

Robina soothes the Casio diction

He’s friction with those who speak friction like myself, huh

He told the worlds, bodies girl got duntz

He only got slapped cause she was reachin' for her laced blunt

Pimpin' done sniffed the bag, she steal a pinch

And get a Ziploc of whoop ass

So don’t get bodied by Jake

Blowin' up they Carter fast

Get by Jake I don’t wanna go to no more wakes

Don’t get bodied by Jake

Keep your motherfuckin' nose clean