Werkowt!

Damn they got you hot but you Gone take it to the gym
Mirror pic to show em that you iz Not one of them
Knees to ya elbow, simulate that You with him
They say fit bodies make ya cocky
But I say fuck them
(Yeah)

Wiggle it
Poke it
Toe touch
Hold it
Money shot
Golden
Black beauty
Token
Gym flex, he wanna plank on it
Warm up while I think on it
The way that my body is curvin
He pitching a hookup
He don't deserve it

Diddly squat Demarc make booty Pop
Teeny waist lower body on sumo
I be inverting proportions, keep My shoulders broad
Thicken thighs, body flaming like Zuko
Sweat on my brim, water benda Over in the mirror
He strapped like the one on my Culo
Don't need a spotter, tell niggas Kick rocks in a minute
He punchin the air when I move On
Yeah

Green Bike shorts freak em when They see my tad pole
Throw it in a circle on ellipticals
Back forth
30 Minute cardio is critical
My body ain't finish but they Wanna know the formula
Like dimelo
Count my calories my body killer - Body serial
My body count start over every New year - by the annual
My body
A temple
My face to my back dimples
I need a big body cause I ain't shit Little bitch

Damn they got you hot but you Gone take it to the gym
Mirror pic to show em that you iz Not one of them
Knees to ya elbow, simulate that You with him
They say fit bodies make ya cocky
But I say fuck them
Damn they got you hot but you Gone take it to the gym
Mirror pic to show em that you iz Not one of them
Knees to ya elbow, simulate that You with him
They say fit bodies make ya cocky
But I say fuck them
Yeah

Bitch I'm getting chose while Tossing up the barbell
Only time you shine is when the Bar fell
Tiddy jump to stop the hearts Around me
Super chest turn maricon to Marvel
Tits give Demarc Hintae - Hinata
When I bench press heavy but Silent they don't hear nada
Extend my triceps he lose his Breath
Bicep curl well rounded peak Hi-Def
UH UH

Sweat bands retro Jane Fonda
Laffing cause they ain't interested Unless ya clothes off
Sexy on my gray sweat days
Tuck away the print but my dick Out
Cause the opps gone feels the Strays as a reminder
Pop a jump squat to promp these Goofies to get off the pot
Would call you a lick but it's Evident
That I sorta kinda prolly Definitely got more than they got
Ya body tired
Body ran through
That boy body shot

Left right left right tempo on the Treadmill
Christopher prince kicks on fire Like ant hills
Debut my physics opps face crack And that crack kills
Debate with ya self, I'm in a race With myself
I'm in a league of my own
Cycling through all these reps
Them boys impaling themselves
On the net and it's sickening
Sweat trickling on my brow
They salty, they pickling
My body kosher, body daily Thickening

Damn they got you hot but you Gone take it to the gym
Mirror pic to show em that you iz Not one of them
Knees to ya elbow, simulate that You with him
They say fit bodies make ya cocky
But I say fuck them

Damn they got you hot but you Gone take it to the gym
Mirror pic to show em that you iz Not one of them
Knees to ya elbow, simulate that You with him
They say fit bodies make ya cocky
But I say fuck them

Lawd ham mercy
Issa shame how it ain't work out
Yeah I wrote this song during a Workout
If you want receipts I'll pull the Work - out
Tell him put in work and make it Hurt
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Writer(s): Demarcus Townsend
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