Lyrics:
body is a canvas
Submissive you follow my demands and
You the one that put me in a trance and
Girl look at what you started
You know I'm a artist
Body is
my choice bitch
my body my choice
body my choice
i body my choice bitch
artist
my body my choice
student
my body my choice
sex worker
my body my
the belly of the beast
2 of the illest rap artists underground bodies slain
They both did they thing went platinum in the game
At home where I zone there's
because we all need peace
we all livin in the belly of the beast
2 of the illest rap artists underground bodies slain
they both did they thing went
reputation
Knock them out, Mike Tyson, Artist
Body shots, body drops, no celebration
Understand, its a vet that you're facing
Mushroom trip onboard, space
bitch that I seen on the poster
Bitch look like a model
Look like Rosa Acosta
She's so good at what she do
She and artist
Bad body baby you ain't
An evil scene of violence
A woman found slain
No knowledge of art
Or the expression of pain
This was done for purpose
In the artist's eyes
The body was
priceless
You're priceless you're priceless
I said sex is an art tell me baby
Can I paint your body with love (yeah yeah)
I'm the artist
Your body is my
this thing started
You be my canvas I’ll be the artist
Lay your body down lay your body down
climax in carousels it keep coming around
You’ve been
don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam
I need a ryde or die bitch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde
don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam
I need a ryde or die bitch (come on)
(I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat)
I need a ryde
at hand
It's raining
It's pouring
The doorbell's dead
You're an artist with your body
But you can't find your head
With your first million safe in
me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'
[Sheek Luchion]
Yo, when you see Sheek, don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.
Look at me as that cat
No rush, out pressure
Daydreams of shoguns, artists with the body
Black belts put you in your place
Traveling to islands, sandy beach shores
People in
choppas
I already know that ive just been on top of
Every lil nigga claimin that they artist
Ima just body them when im just talkin'
Kill any beat I do
Stallion, legs like a goddess (Shees)
Love her frame and her shape who the artist (Love her body)
She my queen, and I need her regardless
Take a jet only time
swallowin' gin, word|And if it got to do with money count Holiday in|With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man|You don't like me as a artist, she gon'
be)
Cooking all of your favorite rapper
Turn a fish fry into a homicide
Where no one before who come after
What's left on my plate
Artist and skeleton
Your body has got to admit, that hey you're a starving artist
Squeeze your body as tight as a fist
And say hey you're a starving artist man
You're
got no faces
Out the darkness
We been heartless expressionists not an artist
Count The Bodies starting to look like
Jeffery Dahmer's apartment
I spent
swim with you
through whatever this is
oh when I was a kid
I wanted to do Karate
I was so jealous of the robes
wanted a martial artist’s body
but now
you
I'm in your vain, bitch
She hit my phone, she said
"I'm tired of that same shit"
Know I'm an artist, on your body
I will paint this (yeah, I paint
것
가꾸는 것
Artist in ma body
밖으로도 깔을 유지
모두에게 나누는 것
혼자 살긴 너무 lonely
산다는 건
어쩌면 간단한 걸
사랑하는 사람들 덕에 이룬 꿈
그 꿈을 배로 배로 불려
다시 사랑하는 이들에게 나눔
난 꿈을 꾸는 꿈
오늘도
난 꿈을 꾸는
ain't no pop up
Target, counterfeit artist, turn em into body, rolled up in a carpet
Taking your brands, taking your market
Organs or fans, both I harvest
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