My Body (feat. B.O.G. Vonnie)

I got new shoes on the ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (yes sir)
That I'm lookin' for a cutie pie

Wear it out
Work it out (Let's go, Mykel)
Wear it out
Wear it out
Wear it out
Yeah

I love a girl that keep my mind racin'
I can tell it's good just off your conversation
Yeah, I'm not stoppin' 'til you're mine, baby
Tryna hit you with that nine, baby
Why would we wait? That's only time wasted
She was a good girl, she barely go to clubs
I changed her life, now she like fuckin' on a thug
Bitch bad, I'm on her skin just like Dove
I told her she my light, I'm tryna leave it on above

Got a bad bitch in my ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (yes sir)
That she don't never want another guy (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (yes sir)

My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body

That outside dick keep them hoes sick
CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it (jumpin' on it)
That outside dick keep them hoes sick (bitch bad, bitch bad)
CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it (jumpin' on it) (bad bitch, bad)

Baby got her own, she quick to tell you she don't need it (jumpin' on it)
Plus her credit good, she a keeper (jumpin' on it)
She might flirt, but she ain't fuckin', she a teaser (jumpin' on it)
She like to take her time, she a Libra (jumpin' on it)
Yeah, I'm in the water, got it bustin' like a bubble
She want feelings, she won't slide like a rubber
I got a girl, but, that - worth the trouble (he got a bitch)
You way too bad to be fuckin' undercover (but I ain't worried 'bout her)

Worried 'bout her, worried 'bout her
Worried, worried, worried 'bout her
He got a- worried 'bout her
Worried 'bout her
He got a- worried 'bout her
Got a-, got a-, got a-, got a-, got a-
Got a-, he got a bitch (you way too bad to be fuckin' undercover)
But, I ain't worried 'bout her

Got a bad bitch in my ride (yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (yes sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (yes sir)
That she don't never want another guy (yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (yes sir)
Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (yes sir)

My body, your body (is burning)
My body, your body (is burning)
My body, your body (is burning)
My body, your body (is burning)

Jumping on it
J-J-J-J-Jumping on it, jumping on it
J-J-J-J-Jumping on it, jumping on it
Jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping, jumping
Jumping, jumping, jumping on it
J-J-J-J-Jumping on it, jumping on it

(He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her)
(He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her)



Credits
Writer(s): Joseph Mitchell Jr Smith, Jayvonda Yvette Bazile, Mykel Tharron Cook, Edgar Ferrera, Fredrick Ii Givens, Diego Javier Avendano, Diamond Smith, Marcus Cooper, Corey Mathis, Spectacular Blue Smith, Derrick L. Baker, Stephen Ellis Garrett, James Gregory Scheffer, Terius Gray
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