Body Language Lyrics

Yea

All of the moves you make

Your body language

Dey show you krikoli

You grind little homie

You go shine little homie

Quit acting phony

Notice the hate in they eyes

They tell you they loyal they lie

I notice they envy don't hide

I notice they faking they smile

You think you know niggaz you lying

Nigga just wait till you shine

Na then you go know people mind

Some people them sour like lime

I pray for grace all the time

I hope everybody go rise

I pray God preserve our life

And we make the most out of time

Them love when you broke

Them love to make jokes

Yea them hate when you dope

Boy I be coke

Yea then you were cool I had nothing

You hurting cuz I don dey button

You hell of dramatic

Tell you they keep it a hundred

But I done seen money control them

They hell of pathetic

Your money long

That one no mean you no be krikoli

You smoking blunts

You thugging

You banging

You still can be phony

Tell me you real

Deep in your eyes

I see that you phony

Smiling in my face

On the real I know you mad

My nigga why you plotting on me

You sad little homie

You sad little homie

Acting corny

You mad little homie

You mad little homie

Acting phony

Yea

All of the moves you make

Your body language

Dey show you krikoli

You grind little homie

You go shine little homie

Quit acting phony

All that your bad belle

Dey so revealing

Your stomach be rumbling ooh

Them dey forget all the struggle

The pain we encounter

The age of the razor the hood

Yea I been on nothing

No shelter no clothing

Then barneys na luxury too

If you know me from the trenches

You know say I good with the scale

And I good with the goods

Yea I made a move

Nothing to lose

Niggaz was winning

I no change my mood

Then I was slinging

Them dey for their schools

I master the keys

Them master their books

I come from the ghetto

Police dey the hood like 247

Them no like the youths

I still keep it real

Them no believe

Still with my niggaz

Now we do it big

So them mad at we

Your money long

That one no mean you no be krikoli

You smoking blunts

You thugging

You banging

You still can be phony

Tell me you real

Deep in your eyes

I see that you phony

Smiling in my face

On the real I know you mad

My nigga why you plotting on me

You sad little homie

You sad little homie

Acting corny

You mad little homie

You mad little homie

Acting phony

Yea

All of the moves you make

Your body language

Dey show you krikoli

You grind little homie

You go shine little homie

Quit acting phony