Rock Your Body
(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah)
Turn hella heads when we walk in
Know she see me online, I'm ballin'
Had to tell my ex-bitch, "Stop callin'"
Already know you want me, stop talkin'
All these hoes wanna taste
Bump my music on replay
All these hoes wanna taste
Hit my line like everyday
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
B2K, I hit a bump, bump, bump
Suckin' that dick like, "Uh-uh-uh"
Twenty-six wrapped up in the tru-u-unk
You could packed, tryna f-u-uck
Where the Grey Goose? Tryna get dru-u-unk
Heard your mixtape and it stu-u-unk
Tryna get slammed, hit a d-u-unk
When I get fucked, I be screamin', "Yuh-uh-uh!"
Bitches so mad that I came right back
Why they act hard when they ain't like that?
Why they wanna scrap? Like, I ain't fight back
It's two small titties and a baseball bat
And I hit like smack, spit like crack
In the hotel, tryna split my back
JC Penney, tryna rip the tag
And I ain't a hot knife, bitch, I can't split the bag
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah)
(Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah)
Turn hella heads when we walk in
Know she see me online, I'm ballin'
Had to tell my ex-bitch, "Stop callin'"
Already know you want me, stop talkin'
All these hoes wanna taste
Bump my music on replay
All these hoes wanna taste
Hit my line like everyday
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
I seen her movin', how she do it?
Rock your body, get into it
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
B2K, I hit a bump, bump, bump
Suckin' that dick like, "Uh-uh-uh"
Twenty-six wrapped up in the tru-u-unk
You could packed, tryna f-u-uck
Where the Grey Goose? Tryna get dru-u-unk
Heard your mixtape and it stu-u-unk
Tryna get slammed, hit a d-u-unk
When I get fucked, I be screamin', "Yuh-uh-uh!"
Bitches so mad that I came right back
Why they act hard when they ain't like that?
Why they wanna scrap? Like, I ain't fight back
It's two small titties and a baseball bat
And I hit like smack, spit like crack
In the hotel, tryna split my back
JC Penney, tryna rip the tag
And I ain't a hot knife, bitch, I can't split the bag
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Fuckin' that bitch, ah-ah-ah-ah
Hoe, get out my face
Busy fuckin' up the place
Everybody know the name
They see us walk in, want a taste
Credits
Writer(s): Ayesha Auciello, Mateusz Haczynski
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