Body
Kevin Gates
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(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) I met her for it Check out her body, check out her body, yeah (Look like DJ Chose) I just wanted to make it sexy Check out her body, check out her body, yeah Twenty on your head, you just worth a Camaro Ayy, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (oh) She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight We did her body, check out her body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck you doin' playin' with me? Skippin' on a body, homie She got them bodies on her Strapped around her shoulder, clip the waist It look like body armor Fresh nail-polish, shell catcher with a stockin' on her Big booty, dark skin, everybody plottin' on us Big ol' long dick, I stuff it between her walls (ooh-ooh) She freaky, it ain't no secret, in public, she in my drawers (damn) Take a look around, who you? Where you get the drum? (Drum, yeah) Lot of stacks and rubber bands, do you want some? (Do you want some?) You just hold it down, and I might take you to London Sak pase, might take you to London Now, I like to propose a toast Quiet and she solid on side me, don't do the most (don't get out of line) Twenty on your head, you just worth a Camaro (vroom) Ayy, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew) She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight We did her body, check out here body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck you doin' playin' with me? I just made a milf dance I said, "Ooh, that bitch retarded" And I know it got a name, but, I don't know what to call it When I pull her hair and hit her from the back, she go to talkin' I just whisper to her softly, I say, "Dímelo cantando" Now, we cross the water, shawty pregnant with two daughters Lay la encanto, mami, dámelo despacio Into calisthenics, I ain't talkin' 'bout no six-pack Keep your girl away from me, you never get your bitch back Drums go to hittin', I ain't talkin' like no bongo Silverback gorilla concreted in the jungle Heavily tatted, ain't no duckin' from Brasi', I mean I'm out my body, I'm out my body, yeah And the bitch surrounded me, Bonnie and Clyde Tell me, have you ever knew a love like mine? Twenty on your head, you just worth a Camaro (vroom) Ayy, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew) She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight We did her body, check out here body yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck you doin' playin' with me? P-P-P-Playin' with me
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Written by: Marcellus Kevin Gates, Nick Mira
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