On My Body Songtext
von Saucy Santana
On My Body Songtext
Iced out Rollie make my wrist look swollie
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin′ like Zack and Cody
B*tch you's a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don′t push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
Hopin' out the Benz truck yea a b*tch goin up
Got that 1942 gon′ and pour me a cup
Tell that n*gga send the money, I be running it up
Ima a gangsta not a model, I′ll beat a b*tch up
Don't get it f*cked up, this ain′t the internet
Ima boss b*tch I'll let my shooters handle that
Pretty b*tch get em hot every time that I drop
And I bleed a n*ggas pockets ′til he beg me to stop
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin′ cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can′t let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i′m motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain′t a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can′t let a bottom b*tch top me
Iced out Rollie make my wrist look swollie
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin' like Zack and Cody
B*tch you′s a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
I see you hatin′ in the comments gon′ and log out
I took your n*gga, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and i'm livin′ in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler I be blinged out
Uh, big Mac books, big black trucks
First class to Columbia to get snatched up
Viagra to you hoes, yea a b*tch stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*tch Donald Duck
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin′ cocky
Ain't a b*tch that′s alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin′ cocky
Ain′t a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can′t let a bottom b*tch top me
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin′ like Zack and Cody
B*tch you's a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don′t push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
Hopin' out the Benz truck yea a b*tch goin up
Got that 1942 gon′ and pour me a cup
Tell that n*gga send the money, I be running it up
Ima a gangsta not a model, I′ll beat a b*tch up
Don't get it f*cked up, this ain′t the internet
Ima boss b*tch I'll let my shooters handle that
Pretty b*tch get em hot every time that I drop
And I bleed a n*ggas pockets ′til he beg me to stop
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin′ cocky
Ain't a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can′t let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i′m motherf*ckin' cocky
Ain′t a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can′t let a bottom b*tch top me
Iced out Rollie make my wrist look swollie
Lips plump, b*tch look like Angelina Jolie
Suite life livin' like Zack and Cody
B*tch you′s a fan you is not the homie
P*ssy real good sound like macaroni
Mob b*tch like I hang with Catholic Tony
All my n*ggas on go so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*tch out, make that b*tch look lonely
I see you hatin′ in the comments gon′ and log out
I took your n*gga, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and i'm livin′ in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler I be blinged out
Uh, big Mac books, big black trucks
First class to Columbia to get snatched up
Viagra to you hoes, yea a b*tch stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*tch Donald Duck
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin′ cocky
Ain't a b*tch that′s alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*tch top me
Ouuuu
They really on my body
Bad b*tch yea i'm motherf*ckin′ cocky
Ain′t a b*tch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can′t let a bottom b*tch top me
Writer(s): John Norris Iii, Rashad Jamiyl Spain, Deandre Hunter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

