Letras:
Queen Body Count

But it gets so fucky cold When it's late at night Leave the foxholes on their own Do you sleep well at night? Body count, feeling hot Body count, keeping

hastened through snow lit red Guests espied from the garret ledge Great gloomy mirror tell Her face She will outblind them all That heavenly bodies would

hot, you couldn't breathe the air [Verse 3: The Original Spinderella] Ain't but too much for you to sweller Hard body, fuckin wit a Coke bottle model

two still counts Gonna make it count Gonna make it count Gonna oh oh Thirty-two's still a goddamn number Thirty two still counts Gonna make it count Gonna make it count

t play Back rub, count on, take me away Waterfall beads, streams, plush and lavish Come with me through all the damn madness Night breeze at sea, sipping tea You and your queen

, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits Yeah, she got it written on her, her swag on lean The way she dancin' on me, can tell that she a queen

friend that put nothin above you And i could be more than the shoulder you lean on I could be your king little lady, you'd be gettin your queen on It

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yeah, yo, yeah, yo Catch me on yo' brochure with beach balls, at least three whores Head wop Queens know how to work they jaws They

No time for playing with my coochie counting my man's mad lucci While he was up inside some hoochie's loose piece I signed the checks and, I counted out