Body

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Body

Kevin Gates · Khaza · 2022 · 2:37

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(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) I'm metaphoric (for real) 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 20 on your head, you just worth a Camaro Ayy, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (oh) She held it down, I took her down to Miami Then I re-did her body, check out her body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in a Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Got more bodies than Miami, fuck you doin' playin' with me? Skippin' on a body, homie, she got them bodies on her Strapped around her, showed the clip, the waist, it look like body armor Fresh nail-polish, she'll 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 come from? (Yeah) A 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) 20 on your head, you just worth a Camaro (vroom) Ayy, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew) She held it down, I took her down to Miami Then I re-did her body, check out her body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in a Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Got more bodies than Miami, fuck 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 Lila encanto, mami, dámelo despacio Into calisthenics, I ain't talkin' 'bout no six-pack Keep your girl away from me, you'll 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 Thinkin' this reminded me of Bonnie and Clyde Tell me, have you ever knew a love like mine? (Mm) 20 on your head, you just worth a Camaro (vroom) Ayy, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew) She held it down, I took her down to Miami Then I re-did her body, check out her body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in a Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Got more bodies than Miami, fuck you doin' playin' with me? P-P-P-P Playin' with me

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