CEO Trayle, Gunna - Body lyrics

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Cullinan big body
Look at my new bitch, she got body
Nigga, my shooter want more bodies
I done got rich, I don't trust nobody
This snake pit, this shit get slimy
Raised by the Grinch, yeah, shit'll get grimy
I don't know Pooh, but I'll do 'em shiesty
Fire up that tool, real hot, not spicy
Don't care if that boy don't like me
Speak on my name, he gettin' put on a white tee
Fuck 'round, I'ma go Chief Keef
Let it bang bang, he gon' bring out the white sheet
Now coffins in the stree-nee-neets
We the one beat the lil' boy to the white meat
You niggas go to the mall just to sight-see
I really pull out the lab with a SRT8 Jeep

That foreign been takin' me A to B
Bitch, don't you play with me
Ain't nothin' to say to me

Okay, Amiri my 'fit, bet you're scared of me
I told this broke-ass lil' bitch not to play with me
My hat was bucket and so was my seats
A&W red in my bed, I might pee
And then me and GunWun take that bitch overseas
Know the opp nigga broke 'cause he sippin' the green
And I bought a bustdown for my niece, yeah
The [ _ ] got me [ _ ] aromatic the suite
And I bust down a wrist, kit the bitch, I repeat
When we in the Durango, they can't come with me
(Big C4 had to take a flight out to Belize)
And we wasn't on [ _ ] 'til we went [ _ ]
(Went legit, but we still got connects to the streets)
Got the Percs, get the work, and I keep the old hundreds with me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
You said it was up, I told you we gon' keep a grudge
Take the top off of the coupe with a touch
Take the condom off and skeet on her butt

Yeah, yeah, yeah
I started the foreign and left that bitch right where she was
That's one more opp nigga bitin' the dust
If I kill you tonight, bitch, you might get a bust
And you know that it's Backdoor the kicker
Call all of the babies, my brother, he does
I took the bitch, her new titties was done
Big-body bitch and she grunt when she run

Big-body Bentley, that bitch got a butt
Backwoods stuffed [ _ ] with some Biscotti buds
Got movies on TV, she seen me in Dutch
[ _ ] we keep this bitch as big as a bus

Cullinan big body
Look at my new bitch, she got body
Nigga, my shooter want more bodies
I done got rich, I don't trust nobody
This snake pit, this shit get slimy
Raised by the Grinch, yeah, shit'll get grimy
I don't know Pooh, but I'll do 'em shiesty
Fire up that tool, real hot, not spicy
Don't care if that boy don't like me
Speak on my name, he gettin' put on a white tee
Fuck 'round, I'ma go Chief Keef
Let it bang bang, he gon' bring out the white sheet
Now coffins in the stree-nee-neets
We the one beat the lil' boy to the white meat
You niggas go to the mall just to sight-see
I really pull out the lab with a SRT8 Jeep