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Body Body Body (Freestyle)
Hehehe Hey, let's fuck around Look
Body, body, body, body (yeah) I'ma need that right on me (ha) (Yeah, let's have some fun, ah) Now body, body, body, body (yeah) I'ma need that right on me (waddup)
Pick it up, she drop it low I pick it up, she drop it low I pick it up, she drop it low I pick it up, yeah
Now, body, body, body, body I'ma need that right on me (look) Now, body, body, body, body I'ma need that right on me (Oh now that my bag down, yeah)
I got love for you, we have cup for you Beat it a couple times, just having a cuff on it I never loved women, they outta time now And since I had a baby girl, I'm in my vibe now Who gon' fuck with us? One of the realest niggas I got a million from Nima from being independent, feel it Fear of God, zipper on, Jay Lorenzo dog, Let me get like four, bruh, uh Folarin season, nigga stop sleeping Early morning hit a sermon, that be plot speaking Sweet pussy, sat days like I can't speak Never ever, ever kiddin', bitch I don't play Tell these mad rappers, I'ma lead this John Blaze Stupid ass nigga, that was a reference to Mase Remember the days, Harlem World, all the girls Jealous guys still around and they in the way
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty (yeah) What these little bitches want from me? (Do you ain't hear me? I said, I said) Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty What these little bitches want from me? Won't give em' a goddamn thing
Flows on flows, they float, they don't miss Boats and hoes, my little rubber band, bitch Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden My dogs in Palmer Park, put paws on your posse Impossible is nothing, I'm livin' it up Indian soul, and shawty look like India Love I'm into your love, I'm into your mind, into your vibe It's in your stomach, and one day it'll get you to shine The old album title Was so-so with the sales, but did it without a writer 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Somebody want a problem with us, better buy a bible or rifle And hire a fire ass Nascar guy to drive Yeah, I'm on my Earnhardt shit Want my young niggas to earn y'all shit Niggas think I ain't got the word out shit Man, I know the little niggas that serve y'all shit Pull up in the Ghost at the carry-out, bitch Niggas never know about my whereabouts, bitch Somewhere in Carol City, a carousel whip Meaning there's so many horses it's like a marathon, bitch
Body, body, body, body (yeah) Can I get my cheek popped, please? Do it for my PYT I wanna love you, pretty young thing And that single still was platinum 'Cause academically they fuck with me That's why I'm struggle-free, yeah
They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up They fallin' off, I'm fuckin' up The fuckin' charts, they fuckin' up 'Cause I ain't on 'em But me and Bonnie gon' see what's up (right)
I hope my woman ain't scorned She see me on that Tidal, so her entitlement gone I ain't findin' no wife, and that's probably 'cause of myself Heaven knows mental health is a detriment to my wealth, nigga Mahershala, let me rock Shout out to Rockville, I was out in Lincoln Park Up in Mark Twain with the savage All my friends crazy, my bitches was the baddest Iceberg shit, you thought it was one of the brothers Shit ain't been the same, since I signed to Warner Brother Double up the hate, all the shade, all the money I'm tryna find a way to order Momma a little daughter Shoutout to Baltimore, you ain't know it's like a war Young niggas dyin', they tryna weather the storm The Chi niggas shovelin' snow to weather the storm And Chi niggas dyin' (no, no, but it go like)
Body, body, bodies, bodies Another black man dead in the street (hey, hey, look) Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies They just don't like my people (Black lives still matter to me) One time They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up (hey) Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, what is...
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