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Hey, let's around

Body, body, body, (yeah)
I'ma need right on me (ha)
(Yeah, let's have fun, ah)
Now body, body, body, (yeah)
I'ma need right on me (waddup)

it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, she it low
I it up, she drop it low
I it up, yeah

Now, body, body, body,
need that right on me (look)
Now, body, body, body,
I'ma that right on me
(Oh now my bag down, yeah)

I got love for you, we cup for you
Beat it a times, just having a cuff on it
I never loved women, they outta now
And since I had a girl, I'm in my vibe now
Who gon' fuck with us? One of the niggas
I got a from Nima from being independent, feel it
Fear of God, on, Jay Lorenzo dog,
Let me get four, bruh, uh
Folarin season, nigga stop
Early hit a sermon, that be plot speaking
Sweet pussy, sat like I can't speak
Never ever, ever kiddin', I don't play
these mad rappers, I'ma lead this John Blaze
Stupid ass nigga, was a reference to Mase
Remember the days, Harlem World, all the
Jealous still around and they in the way

Shawty, shawty, shawty, (yeah)
What these bitches want from me?
(Do you ain't me? I said, I said)
Shawty, shawty, shawty,
these little bitches want from me?
Won't em' a goddamn thing

Flows on flows, float, they don't miss
and hoes, my little rubber band, bitch
Coast to coast, like John Wall and
My dogs in Palmer Park, put paws on posse
is nothing, I'm livin' it up
Indian soul, and look like India Love
I'm into your love, I'm into mind, into your vibe
in your stomach, and one day it'll get you to shine
The old album
Was so-so with the sales, but did it without a
Somebody want a problem with us, better buy a or rifle
And hire a ass Nascar guy to drive
Yeah, I'm on my Earnhardt
Want my young to earn y'all shit
Niggas think I ain't got the out shit
Man, I the little niggas that serve y'all shit
up in the Ghost at the carry-out, bitch
Niggas never about my whereabouts, bitch
in Carol City, a carousel whip
Meaning there's so many horses like a marathon, bitch

Body, body, body, (yeah)
Can I get my cheek popped, Do it for my PYT
I wanna love you, young thing
And that single still was
'Cause academically they fuck me
why I'm struggle-free, yeah

They droppin' off, I'm up
fallin' off, I'm fuckin' up
The charts, they fuckin' up
I ain't on 'em
But me and gon' see what's up (right)

I hope my woman ain't
She see me on Tidal, so her entitlement gone
I ain't findin' no wife, and that's probably of myself
Heaven knows mental health is a to my wealth, nigga
Mahershala, let me
Shout out to Rockville, I was out in Park
Up in Mark Twain the savage
All my crazy, my bitches was the baddest
Iceberg shit, you it was one of the brothers
ain't been the same, since I signed to Warner Brother
Double up the hate, all the shade, all the
I'm tryna find a way to order a little daughter
Shoutout to Baltimore, you ain't know it's a war
Young niggas dyin', tryna weather the storm
The Chi niggas snow to weather the storm
And Chi niggas (no, no, but it go like)

Body, body, bodies,
black man dead in the street (hey, hey, look)
Bodies, bodies, bodies,
They just like my people
(Black still matter to me)
One
They droppin' off, I'm up
droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
They droppin' off, I'm up (hey)
Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, is...