CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : On My Body
Santana, ayy
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*t*h look like Angela Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life livin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
B*t*h you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pu**y real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*t*h, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my n***as on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*t*h out, make that b*t*h look lonely
Hoppin' out the Benz truck, yeah, a b*t*h goin' up
Got that 1942, gon' and pour me a cup
Tell that n***a send the money, I be runnin' it up
I'm a gangsta, not a model, l'Il beat a b*t*h up
Don't get it f**ked up, this ain't the internet
I'm a boss b*t*h, I'll let my shootеrs handle that
Pretty b*t*h, get 'еm hot every time that I drop
And I'll bleed a n***a's pockets 'til he beg me to stop
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*t*h look like Angela Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life livin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
B*t*h you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pu**y real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*t*h, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my n***as on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*t*h out, make that b*t*h look lonely
I see you hatin' in the comments, gon' and log out (Bye)
I took your n***a, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and I'm livin' in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler, I be blinged out
Uh, big Macbooks, big black trucks
First cla** to Colombia to get snatched up
V***** to you hoes, yeah, a b*t*h stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*t*h Donald Duck
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*t*h look like Angela Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life livin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
B*t*h you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pu**y real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*t*h, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my n***as on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*t*h out, make that b*t*h look lonely
Hoppin' out the Benz truck, yeah, a b*t*h goin' up
Got that 1942, gon' and pour me a cup
Tell that n***a send the money, I be runnin' it up
I'm a gangsta, not a model, l'Il beat a b*t*h up
Don't get it f**ked up, this ain't the internet
I'm a boss b*t*h, I'll let my shootеrs handle that
Pretty b*t*h, get 'еm hot every time that I drop
And I'll bleed a n***a's pockets 'til he beg me to stop
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, b*t*h look like Angela Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life livin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
B*t*h you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pu**y real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob b*t*h, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my n***as on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this b*t*h out, make that b*t*h look lonely
I see you hatin' in the comments, gon' and log out (Bye)
I took your n***a, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and I'm livin' in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler, I be blinged out
Uh, big Macbooks, big black trucks
First cla** to Colombia to get snatched up
V***** to you hoes, yeah, a b*t*h stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a b*t*h Donald Duck
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
Ooh, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad b*t*h, yeah, I'm motherf**kin' c*cky (B*t*h, I'm c*cky)
Ain't a b*t*h that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom b*t*h top me (Hehe)
(It's Trax season, bruh)
