Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Body Ya, artist - Fabolous. Album song There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: The Island Def Jam
Song language: English
Body Ya |
Shout out to my enemies |
Shout out my competitors |
Shout out to my mini me’s, I hope you do better bruh |
Better me better you etc etc |
Shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya |
Big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas |
Bigging y’all up should make you feel a little bigger |
Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga |
Fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas |
Uhh, I’m a Brooklyn nigga anyhow |
Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles |
Bitches say we are the best |
So Miami in my jeans PRPS |
Yeah street fidda didda gang |
Yeah at (@) you like a Twitter name |
Same place I see em, same place they chalk em out |
We speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout |
Holla at your homie, holla at your dogg |
Looking for the competition holla at the morgue |
Once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya |
If looks could kill my style might body ya |
B-b-body ya |
B-b-body ya |
If looks could kill my style might body ya |
B-b-body ya |
B-b-body ya |
If looks could kill my style might body ya |
B-b-body ya |
B-b-body ya |
Shout out to the groupies |
Shout out to my ex |
Prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex |
Don’t get mad at me cause I’m onto the next |
All of this cause I ain’t respond to your text |
Big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses |
Big up to the big girls y’all are so Precious |
Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure |
Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher |
Uhh, but it ain’t fresh as Loso |
Monogramed out son in case you didn’t know so |
Flow so deadly swag too murderous |
Known for being nice, that don’t mean courteous |
This is nothing new, Im not a beginner |
I get big checks like the lottery winners |
A boy dissing I, boy listen I |
Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi |