Sean Paul - Body (2017 Migos version) (ft. Migos)
EXPLICIT

- Sean Paul (Quavo):
S to the P
Aye, aye
Don Corleon
Migos and Sean Paul in the building
Mally Mall
And you know we smoke blunts to the face
Migos
Everybody sayin' up, up away

- Sean Paul (Quavo):
My girl, cah the body weh you got
Worth more than 'bout a billion (aye, aye)
Just wanna feel ya (aye, aye)
And get familiar, aye
The body weh you got worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya (oh)
I wanna steal ya, girl

- Offset:
Offset!
She gorgeous, I'mma pay her mortgage (gorgeous, mortgage)
I'ma buy you Christian Louboutin, you can't afford it (Louboutin)
Take you on a trip 'cause I know that your nigga borin' (borin')
Christian Dior scrapin' on the floor when we boardin' (we boardin')
Her booty roll and she go slow motion, I stroke it (woah)
There's somethin' 'bout you, you know you special, you golden (special)
Smoking ganja like I'm Willy Nelson in Belgium (ganj')
Like the handyman with the hammer, I nailed it (aye)
Come and ride with a G, fly than a feather (ride)
Hit it from the back, I must have landed a real one (nah)
Pulled up in my Lamborghini when I'm outin' (skrrt)
You nigga kept on cheatin' and I know you found him (woah)
If you wanna keep it later, better keep your bread up (cash)
I had her in my mansion, told her put her leg up (smash)
Paid the bill, wrapped her in Chanel from her head up (Chanel)
Girl, you just like an angel, did you come from heaven?

- Sean Paul:
You keep it hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you tan up and a give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you tan up and a give me the pose
My girl, mek me tek you 'pon an evening cruise
Tell you say you just can't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

- Sean Paul (Quavo):
Becah the body weh you got
Worth more than 'bout a billion (aye, aye)
Just wanna feel ya (aye, aye)
And get familiar, aye
The body weh you got worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya (yo, yo)
I wanna steal ya, girl

- Takeoff:
The way that you're talkin', I figured, girl, you look familiar (huh?)
Live in luxury, babe, we not regular civilians
I'm a superhero, but once a villain, wanting the millions
Got them notice every time that we in the buildin' (aye)
Walkin' in with them Balmains, out in sun
And I fathered all you niggas 'cause rappers, y'all my sons
Don't care that if they catchin' you, you gon' be number one
Came from the bum, servin' crumb, fuckin' bitches stallions

- Quavo:
Aye, aye
Hundreds of bottles and beautiful models (hunnids)
I wanna sing to her, Quavo Sinatra (brrr)
She know that I'm young, but she lovin' my posture (aye)
She told me get rid of my chicks on my roster (woo)
Okay, okay, okay (okay)
It's cool, girl, whatever you say (whatever you say)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (rah, rah, rah)
She catch a body 'cause she have a AK (pop, pop)
And she won't sell work
She gon' ride against the world, cah that's my girl (skrrt)
Celiné bag was her dream bag (dream)
When she woke up in the mornin', let her seen that

Hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you tan up and a give me the pose
Hot, hot with your body, hot with your clothes
Love how you tan up and a give me the pose
My girl, mek me tek you 'pon an evening cruise
Tell you say you just can't lose
Giddy up, giddy up
Baby girl, don't get confused

Becah the body weh you got
Worth more than 'bout a billion (aye, aye)
Just wanna feel ya (aye, aye)
And get familiar, aye
The body weh you got worth more than 'bout a trillion
I just wanna feel ya (yo, yo)
I wanna steal ya, girl

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