Body On You
First it start with "you fine, too fine"
Then it get to "what time?", well this time
Take you out drink and dine, then you wine
Take you home, lay you down, then we grind
Take you home, lay you down, then we grind
Big dinner, more than a star, big dipper
Make a nigga feel like a winner
Whole lotta you, a lil liquor
All trip up, can't get more slim thicker
Strip it all off for the mirror
Turn around and turn into a sinner
Touching on me, rubbing on me
Loving on me
Wining on me, grabbing on me, grinding on me
You got that body on you
Got quite a body on you
Good thing that I got a full tank
Got me floating like I just smoked dank
Biting my neck and it feels like fangs
Like you want all my money in the bank
Don't be shy, baby shake that thang
Ain't no cameras, no games, no gang
Just private parts on private planes
In private places, private everything
Touching on me, rubbing on me
Loving on me
Wining on me, grabbing on me, grinding on me
You got that body on you
Got quite a body on you
Can't fit it all in my hands
Still gotta squeeze what I can
Still pick you up when I stand
Still hold you down like a man
Cancel the rest of your plans
Turn on the AC and fan
We ain't waking up in a minute
Feel so blessed when I'm in it and you
Touching on me, rubbing on me
Loving on me
Wining on me, grabbing on me, grinding on me
You got that body on you
Got quite a body on you
Then it get to "what time?", well this time
Take you out drink and dine, then you wine
Take you home, lay you down, then we grind
Take you home, lay you down, then we grind
Big dinner, more than a star, big dipper
Make a nigga feel like a winner
Whole lotta you, a lil liquor
All trip up, can't get more slim thicker
Strip it all off for the mirror
Turn around and turn into a sinner
Touching on me, rubbing on me
Loving on me
Wining on me, grabbing on me, grinding on me
You got that body on you
Got quite a body on you
Good thing that I got a full tank
Got me floating like I just smoked dank
Biting my neck and it feels like fangs
Like you want all my money in the bank
Don't be shy, baby shake that thang
Ain't no cameras, no games, no gang
Just private parts on private planes
In private places, private everything
Touching on me, rubbing on me
Loving on me
Wining on me, grabbing on me, grinding on me
You got that body on you
Got quite a body on you
Can't fit it all in my hands
Still gotta squeeze what I can
Still pick you up when I stand
Still hold you down like a man
Cancel the rest of your plans
Turn on the AC and fan
We ain't waking up in a minute
Feel so blessed when I'm in it and you
Touching on me, rubbing on me
Loving on me
Wining on me, grabbing on me, grinding on me
You got that body on you
Got quite a body on you
Credits
Writer(s): Rashad Ferguson
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