Body Body Body (Freestyle) Lyrics by Wale
[Intro]
Hehehe
Hey, let’s f–k around
Look
[Hook/Chorus]
Body, body, body, body “yeah”
I’ma need that right on me “ha”
“Yeah, let’s have some fun, ah”
Now body, body, body, body “yeah”
I’ma need that right on me “waddup”
[Refrain]
Pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, she drop it low
I pick it up, yeah
[Hook/Chorus]
Now, body, body, body, body
I’ma need that right on me “look”
Now, body, body, body, body
I’ma need that right on me “Oh now that my bag down, yeah”
[Verse 1]
I got love for you, (?) cup for you
Beat it a couple times, (?) enough (?) on it
I never loved women, they outta time now
And since I had a baby girl, I’m in my vibe now
Who gon’ f–k with us? One of the realest n—-s
I got a million from Neiman from being independent, feel it
Fear of God, zipper on, Jay Lorenzo dog, let me get like four, bruh, uh
Folarin season, n—a stop sleeping
Early morning hit a sermon, that be plot speaking
Sweet p—y, sat days like I can’t speak
Never ever, ever kidding, b—h I don’t play
Tell these mad rappers, I’ma lead this John Blaze
Stupid a-s n—a, that was a reference to Mase
Remember the days, Harlem World, all the girls
Jealous guys still around and they in the way
[Hook/Chorus]
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty “yeah”
What these little b—–s want from me?
“Do you ain’t hear me? I said, I said”
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
What these little b—–s want from me?
Won’t give em’ a g—–n thing
[Verse 2]
Flows on flows, they float, they don’t miss
Boats and hoes, my little rubber band, b—h
Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden
My dogs in (?) Park put paws on your posse
Impossible is nothing, I’m living it up
Indian soul, and shawty look like India Love
I’m into your love, I’m into your mind, into your vibe
It’s in your stomach, and one day it’ll get you to shine
The old album title
Was so-so with the sales, but did it without a writer
Somebody want a problem with us, better buy a bible or rifle
And hire a fire a-s Nascar guy to drive
Yeah, I’m on my earn hard s–t
Want my young n—-s that earn y’all s–t
N—a think I ain’t got the word out s–t
Man, I know the little n—-s that serve y’all s–t
Pull up in the Ghost at the carry-out, b—h
N—-s never know about my whereabouts, b—h
Somewhere in Carrol City, a carousel whip
Meaning there’s so many horses it’s like a marathon, b—h
[Hook/Chorus]
Body, body, body, body “yeah”
Can I get my cheek popped, please? Do it for my PYT
I wanna love you, pretty young thing
And that single still was platinum
‘Cause academically they f–k with me
That’s why I’m struggle-free, yeah
[Refrain]
They dropping off, I’m picking up
They falling off, I’m f—–g up
The f—–g charts, they f—–g up
‘Cause I ain’t on ’em, but me and Bonnie gon’ see what’s up “right”
[Verse 3]
I hope my woman ain’t scorned
She see me on that Tidal, so her entitlement gone
I ain’t finding no wife, and that’s probably ’cause of myself
Heaven knows mental health is a detriment to my wealth, n—a
Mahershala, let me rock
Shout out to Rockville, I was out in Lincoln Park
Up in Mark Twain with the savage
All my friends crazy, my b—–s was the baddest
Iceberg s–t, you thought it was one of the brothers
S–t ain’t been the same, since I signed to Warner Brother
(?) love the hate, all the shade, all the money
I’m find a way to order Momma a little daughter
Shoutout to Baltimore, you ain’t know it’s like a war
Young n—-s dying, they tryna weather the storm
The Chi n—-s shoveling snow to weather the storm
And Chi n—-s dying “no, no, put that (?)”
[Hook/Chorus]
Body, body, bodies, bodies
Another black man dead in the street “hey, hey, look”
Bodies, bodies, bodies, bodies
They just don’t like my people “black lives still matter to me”
One time
[Outro]
They dropping off, I’m picking up
They dropping off, I’m picking up
They dropping off, I’m picking up “hey”
Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, what is
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