Body ft. Migos Lyrics

<font color='#0052ff'>Body</font> ft. <font color='#0052ff'>Migos</font> - Sean Paul

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S to the P (ayy, ayy)

Don Carleone

Migos and Sean Paul in the building (Mally Mall)

And you know we smoke blunts til the face

(Because) Everybody saying up, up away

My girl got the body where you got twelve more than 'bout a billion (ayy, ayy)

Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy)

And get familiar, ayy

The body where you got twelve more than 'bout a trillion

I just wanna feel ya

Oh

Wanna steal ya, girl

I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin until you can afford it, (Louboutin)

I wanna take you on a trip cause I know that your ni**a boring (boring)

Christian Dior scraping on the floor when we boarding, (Dior)

Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I'm stroking (woah)

There's something bout you, you know you special, you golden (special)

Smoking ganj like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (ganj)

Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (ayy)

Come and ride with a G, fly than a falcon (ride)

Hit it from the back, I must have landed a real one (nah)

Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I'm outing (skrrt)

You ni**a kept on cheating and I know you found him (woah)

If you wanna keep it later, better keep your bread up (cash)

I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (smash)

Ring the bell, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)

Girl, you just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes

Love all of that, wanna give me the pose

Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes

Love all of that, wanna give me the pose

Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise

Til you see we just can't lose

Giddy up, giddy up

Baby girl, don't get confused

Because the body where you got twelve more than 'bout a billion (ayy, ayy)

Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy)

And get familiar, ayy

The body where you got twelve more than bout a trillion

I just wanna feel ya

Yo, yo

I wanna steal ya, girl

The way that you're talking, I figured, girl, you look familiar, huh?

Live in luxury, babe, we not regular civilians

I'm a superhero, what's more than a villain, one in a million

Got them notice every time that we in the building, ayy

Walking in with them Balmains, out in designer

I fathered all you ni**as cause rappers, y'all my sons

Don't care that if they catching you, you gon' be number one

On her bum, suck the crumb, fucking bitches early on

Ayy, ayy

Hundreds of bottles and beautiful models (hunnids)

I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (brrr)

She know that I'm young but she loving my partners (ayy)

She told me get rid of my chicks on my rasta (woo)

Okay, okay, okay, okay

It's cool, girl, whatever you say, whatever you say

She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (rah, rah, rah)

She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (pop, pop)

And she won't sell work

She gon ride against the world 'cause that's my girl (skrrt)

Celiné bag was her dream bag (dream)

When she woke up in the morning, let her seen that

Hot with your body, hot with your clothes

Love all of that, wanna give me the pose

Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes

Love all of that, wanna give me the pose

Like girl, let me take you pon an evening cruise

'Til you see we just can't lose

Giddy up, giddy up

Baby girl, don't get confused

Because the body where you got twelve more than 'bout a billion (ayy, ayy)

Just wanna feel ya (ayy, ayy)

And get familiar, ayy

The body where you got twelve more than bout a trillion

I just wanna feel ya

Yo, yo

I wanna steal ya, girl

Source: Assisi Ernest lyrics.