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Kevin Gates - Body (Official Audio)
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INTERPRÉTATION
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Kevin Gates
Kevin Gates
Paroles/Composition
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Paroles/Composition
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Nick Mira
Nick Mira
Production
John Will
John Will
Ingénierie de mixage
Census
Census
Production
Nico Baran
Nico Baran
Production
Paryo
Paryo
Production
Rio Leyva
Rio Leyva
Production
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Ingénierie de mastérisation
DJ Chose
DJ Chose
Production

Paroles

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?) I'm metaphoric (For real) 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, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (Oh) She held it down, I took her down to Miami Then I re-did her body, check out her body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in a Camry, 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 Strapped 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 come from? (Yeah) A 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 might 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, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (Pew) She held it down, I took her down to Miami Then I re-did her body, check out her body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in a Camry, 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 Lila 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 Thinkin' this reminded me of Bonnie and Clyde Tell me, have you ever knew a love like mine? (Mm) Twenty on your head, you just worth a Camaro (Vroom) Ayy, fuck your shooter, I put him on some apparel (Pew) She held it down, I took her down to Miami Then I re-did her body, check out her body, yeah Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah Spinnin' in a Camry, 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
Writer(s): Kevin Gilyard, Norman Payne, Nicholas Mira, Rio Francesco Leyva, Michael Romito, Nicolas Baran, Parker Douglas Young Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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