Body

Intro (Mr. Record Label)
I'm saying man, soon as they know
Moz ain't nothing to fuck with
They gotta let us in
If not, we just gon straight up go in there, blasting tho…

Chorus ( $ir Jeremias)
Oh This ain't for everybody (2x)
BODY So you woke up in the Morning and you thought that
You can Raaaap
Man This ain't for everybody BODY
You ain't even Dress FRESH you ain't even into Fashion
Shit This ain't for everybody (6x)
BODY

1st Verse ($ir Jeremias)
Woke up in the Morning feeling so Maquiavelic
Damn it Saw the girl from Camp Mula on the Telli
Baby if you let me imma put It in Your Belly
And if You're a Freak we can Shoot it on my Celly, Jerry
I studied the Greats, stepped in the Game
Yea imma Spray, done for the Day Enemies Dead, back to the cribow Rolled up a Jay, munchies and Games
Ashes on Trays, Ba$e for the neighbours, Ma$$ive complaints
My Land Lady like fuck it, these niggas Cray
She Called the Cops we go to Jail Go out on Bail
Back to the $treets You fucking with Gs
This MOZ what the hell you know bout Mozambique
The bitches fly, the bitches Ghetto, Shout out My Moz Sisters
They ain't even need a chaser they drink that Raw Liquor
They Bring the pack of wisher$
Light Up that Bigidybong, This That Moz Lifestyle This shit ain't for everybody ah

Chorus ($ir Jeremias)
Oh This ain't for everybody (2x)
BODY So you woke up in the Morning and you thought that
You can Raaaap
Man This ain't for everybody BODY
You ain't even Dress FRESH you ain't even into Fashion
Shit This ain't for everybody (6x)
BODY

Bridge

Chorus ($ir Jeremias)
Oh This ain't for everybody (2x)
BODY So you woke up in the Morning and you thought that
You can Raaaap
Man This ain't for everybody BODY
You ain't even Dress FRESH you ain't even into Fashion
Shit This ain't for everybody (6x)
BODY

1st Verse ($lick)
Woke up in the morning thinking what a fuckIn party
Hold up, oh lord, I can feel another body
Damn whats her name was it Bela was it Bony
Bitch yawnin, feelin like she woke up in a new Bugatti
$hawty time to leave but Lemme check ma wallet
Cuz I’m ballin, she could rob me, Mozambican alcoholic
But this ain't for everybody, everybody, We da G'z can’t spell? $ee our faces they waving like Harry Potter, Catch us $ippin on Bacardi and blowin Marley wit $hawtys
And taking shots like an army, dis party ain't even started Volcanoes when we recording, they like shit you on fire, Im like $ir Jeramih dis dat Moz illuminati
Ohh lord niga, THey getting nervous, from certain bottles we purchase
With bitches n purses, ass to da surface, when they be twerkin
They keep returning and giving us service, like they be nurses
Pussy niggas can't approach like they allergic
But dis ain't for errybody

Chorus