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(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
I met her for it
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, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (oh)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight
We did her body, check out her body, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck you doin' playin' with me?

Skippin' on a body, homie
She got them bodies on her
Strapped around her shoulder, 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 get the drum? (Drum, yeah)
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 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, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight
We did her body, check out here body, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck 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
Lay la 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
And the bitch surrounded me, Bonnie and Clyde
Tell me, have you ever knew a love like mine?

Twenty on your head, you just worth a Camaro (vroom)
Ayy, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight
We did her body, check out here body yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck you doin' playin' with me?

P-P-P-Playin' with me
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(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
I met her for it
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, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (oh)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight
We did her body, check out her body, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck you doin' playin' with me?

Skippin' on a body, homie
She got them bodies on her
Strapped around her shoulder, 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 get the drum? (Drum, yeah)
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 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, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight
We did her body, check out here body, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck 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
Lay la 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
And the bitch surrounded me, Bonnie and Clyde
Tell me, have you ever knew a love like mine?

Twenty on your head, you just worth a Camaro (vroom)
Ayy, f*ck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (pew)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami tonight
We did her body, check out here body yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spinnin' in the Camry, we lookin' for yo' family, yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Got more bodies than Miami, f*ck you doin' playin' with me?

P-P-P-Playin' with me
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Writer: Kevin Gilyard, Michael Romito, Nicholas Mira, Nicolas Baran, Parker Young, Rio Leyva
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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