Kevin Gates - Body lyrics

(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

Twenty 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
Shell 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 might like to propose a toast
Quiet and she solid on side me
Don't do the most (Don't get out of line)

Twenty 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 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)

Twenty 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-Playin' with me