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Kevin Gates – Body Lyrics

(Ain’t that DJ Chose over there?)
I met he 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 worked to come out
Ayy, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (Oh)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami
Tonight we did a body, check out here body yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spittin’ in the camera, 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
Strap 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 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
(Missing lyrics), 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 worked to come out (Boom)
Ayy, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (Pew)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami
Tonight we did a body, check out here body yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spittin’ in the camera, 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
(Missing lyrics) [Spanish] 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 (missing lyrics)
I’m out my body, I’m out my body, yeah
And the bitch surrounded me like Bonnie and Clyde
Tell me, have you ever knew a love like mine?

Twenty on your head, you just worked to come out (Boom)
Ayy, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (Pew)
She held it down, I took her down to Miami
Tonight we did a body, check out here body yeah
Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah
Spittin’ in the camera, 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
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