Body Kevin Gates

[Intro]
(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

[Chorus]
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?

[Verse 1]
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)