JunkYardBaby - DaArtOfYa Lyrics

Da art of ya
I'm tryna be painting
Baecation
This how I'm riding
Catch my funk ugh ugh
You gon catch my funk
Don't complain about your body, girl, you hella fine
F*ck a penny, baby girl, you a f*ckin' dime
I be talkin' bout you lady even in my rhymes
Thinkin' bout the art of ya baby, like all the time
Look at your face, baby girl, swear you fly as hell
You be drippin' hard, you ain't dry as well
I just fell in love, I caught your voice too
Check my lady out, that's my baby boo
And don't be worried bout these bitches that be hatin' on ya
And don't be worried bout these niggas that be speakin' on ya
They just mad, baby, they can't defeat ya
I'm so glad that a nigga got to meet ya
Everything about you fire ain't gotta feature
Told the Lord how I'm blessed to have you to the preacher
She my kind, right there, my kind
Right there, my forever lady, swear she forever mine
I fell in love with your shape, yeah, your body form
I fell in love with your section, it be causin' storms
I fell in love with ya, bae, you earned it
Bae, you worth it, bae, you perfect
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
It got me booted up, it got me feelin' you
It got me suited up, it got us buildin' up
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
It got me booted up, it got me feelin' you
It got me suited up, it got us buildin' up
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
It got me booted up, it got me feelin' you
It got me suited up, it got us buildin' up
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
The art of ya
It got me booted up, it got me feelin' you
It got me suited up, it got us buildin' up