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Body Lyrics by Sean Paul Sean Paul , Migos
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S to the P
Ayy, ayy
Don Corleone
Migos and Sean Paul in the buildin'
Mally Mall
And you know we smoke blunts to the face
Because
Everybody saying up, up away
My girl
Cah di body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a billion
Just wanna feel ya
And get familiar, ayy
The body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
I wanna steal ya, girl
Offset
She gorgeous I'ma pay her mortgage
I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin you can't afford it
Take you on a trip 'cause I know that your nigga borin'
Christian Dior scrapin' on the floor when we boardin'
Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I stroke it
There's somethin' 'bout you, you know you special, you golden
Smokin' gas like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium
Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it
Come and ride with a G, fly than a feather
Hit it from the back, I'm bussin' like Barettas
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I met her
You nigga kept on cheatin' and I know you fed up
If you wanna keep your lady, better keep your bread up
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up
Paid the bill, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up
Girl, you're just like an angel, did you come from heaven?
You keep it hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give me di pose
Hot, hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give mi di pose
My girl, mek mi tek yuh pon an evenin' cruise
Tell yuh seh yuh just cyan't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused
Because di body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a billion
Just wanna feel ya
And get familiar, ayy
The body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
I wanna steal ya, girl
The way that you're talkin', I eel you, girl, you look familiar
Live in luxury, babe, we not regular civilians
I'm a superhero, but was a villain, wantin' the millions
Gotta notice us every time that we in the buildin'
Walkin' in with them Balmains, out in the sun
And I fathered all you niggas that's rappin', y'all is my sons
Don't care if the day they catchin' you, but this the gonna be number one
Came from the bum, servin' crumb, fuckin' bitches stallions
Ayy, ayy
Hunnids of bottles and beautiful models
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra
She know that I'm young but she lovin' my posture
She told me get rid of my chicks on my roster
Ooh, okay, okay, okay
It's cool, girl, whatever you say
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK
And she won't say a word
She gonna ride against the world 'cause that's my girl
Céline bag was her dream bag
When she woke up in the mornin', let her seen that
Hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give me di pose
Hot, hot with yuh body, hot with yuh clothes
Love how yuh tan up and a give mi di pose
My girl, mek mi tek yuh pon an evenin' cruise
Tell yuh seh yuh just cyan't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused
Because di body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a billion
Just wanna feel ya
And get familiar, ayy
The body weh yuh got
Worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya
I wanna steal ya, girl
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