Ivorian Doll – Body Bag (Audio, Lyrics, Video)

Ivorian Doll unveils new single titled “Body Bag”. Listen, stream, buy, watch the video, mp3 download, read the lyrics to the song produced by N.V.

Ivorian Doll Body Bag

Ivorian Doll has only a few songs under her name but she’s already claiming her title as Queen of the UK drill scene. As the sounds that arrived out of the UK continue to dictate the popular sounds of hip-hop everywhere else, she’s made strides to become the first-lady of the genre. Following the release of her smash hit “Rumours,” she’s followed it up with a brand new banger titled, “Body Bag.” The rapper’s attitude is on 10 as she asserts her dominance in a male-dominated sport. “I don’t like bummy niggas, fake trigger fingers/ No, he ain’t never packed/ For them loose lips, you get strangled by this LV leather strap,” she raps on the second verse.

Ivorian Doll – Body Bag (prod. N.V)

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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I don’t fuck around with no dickhead gyal who talk a bag of shit pon road
Walking round in your big drip but I heard that shit’s on loan
I’m unruly, black beauty
I got thick thighs and booty
Juicy, cutie, cut a bitch, animal cruelty
Ain’t no realer, big bad driller
Snatch your wig, big, big killer
Pipe your nigga in my mirror
Send him back in time for dinner (Go home)

[Chorus]
I’ll body bag these bitches
I don’t chit chat with them snitches (Bitch)
I’ll body bag these bitches
Lead them all to their ditches

[Verse 2]
I don’t like bummy niggas, fake trigger fingers
No, he ain’t never packed (Ayy, ayy)
For them loose lips, you get strangled by this LV leather strap
Man talk shit and get ran down
Try hide but a man found
We pull up quick, that’s a man down
My niggas slide, you a fan now (Fan)
Ain’t no realer, IV’s killer, big bad bitch, I’m your winner (Bow down)
Sip my liquor while your nigga eats me out, three course dinner

[Chorus]
I’ll body bag these bitches
I don’t chit chat with them snitches (Bitch)
I’ll body bag these bitches
Lead them all to their ditches

[Verse 3]
Ditch, shovel
Clip run up, that’s trouble (Ayy, ayy)
Big bang, that’s a puddle
Said, keep your bitch on a muzzle
Arms raised, no cuddle
Bar mate caught ruffle
Shave your face, no stubble
One quick burst, pop, no bubble (Baow)
Gyal are too talky, it’s naughty
Covering up another story, it’s corny
You ain’t doin’ nothin’ for me (Bitch)
Why would I give a fuck?
My New York niggas keep blicky tucked (Ayy)
My London niggas let Mizzy buck (Where he at?)
Screw your cap off, you’re fizzy fucked
When I’m countin’ my Lizzie up (IV)

[Chorus]
I’ll body bag these bitches
I don’t chit chat with them snitches (Bitch)
I’ll body bag these bitches
Lead them all to their ditches

[Bridge]
I’ll catch a case for one of these snakes
Off with their head while they’re still awake
Put them to bed, won’t leave no trace
Dead any bitch, send her to the grave (Dead)
I’ll catch a case for one of these snakes
Off with their head while they’re still awake
Put them to bed, won’t leave no trace
Dead any bitch, send her to the grave

[Outro]
To the grave, bitch