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Hey, let's fuck

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

Pick it up, she it low
I it up, she drop 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 need right on me
(Oh now my bag down, yeah)

I got love for you, we cup for you
Beat it a couple times, just having a on it
I loved women, they outta time now
And since I had a girl, I'm in my vibe now
Who gon' fuck with us? One of the realest
I got a million from Nima from being independent, it
Fear of God, on, Jay Lorenzo dog,
Let me get four, bruh, uh
Folarin season, nigga stop
Early morning hit a sermon, be plot speaking
Sweet pussy, sat days like I speak
Never ever, ever kiddin', bitch I don't
Tell these mad rappers, 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 hear me? I said, I said)
Shawty, shawty, shawty,
What little bitches want from me?
give em' a goddamn thing

Flows on flows, they float, they miss
Boats and hoes, my little band, bitch
to coast, like John Wall and Harden
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 your mind, into your vibe
It's in your stomach, and one day it'll get you to
The old title
Was so-so the sales, but did it without a writer
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
my young niggas to earn y'all shit
Niggas think I ain't got the out shit
Man, I the little niggas that serve y'all shit
Pull up in the Ghost at the carry-out,
Niggas never about my whereabouts, bitch
Somewhere in Carol City, a carousel
Meaning there's so horses it's like a marathon, bitch

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

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

I hope my woman scorned
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 detriment to my wealth,
Mahershala, let me
Shout out to Rockville, I was out in Lincoln
Up in Mark with the savage
All my friends crazy, my was the baddest
Iceberg shit, you it was one of the brothers
Shit ain't been the same, since I signed to Brother
up the hate, all the shade, all the money
I'm tryna find a way to order Momma a little
Shoutout to Baltimore, you ain't know like a war
Young niggas dyin', they tryna weather the
The Chi niggas shovelin' snow to the storm
And Chi niggas (no, no, but it go like)

Body, body, bodies,
Another man dead in the street (hey, hey, look)
Bodies, bodies, bodies,
They just don't like my
(Black lives 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...