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My Body Song Lyrics
My Body by Fredo Bang 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 cutiepie
Wear it out
Wear it out (Let's go Markel)
Wear it out
Wear it out
Wear it out
Yeah

I love a girl that keep my mind racing
I could tell it's good just off your conversation
Yeah, I'm not stoppin' till 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 f**kin' on a thug
b**ch bad, I'm on her skin just like Dove
I told her she my light, I'm tryna leave it on her butt

I got a bad b**ch in my ride (Yes, sir)
Rolling down 95 (Yes, sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (Yes, sir)
That she don't ever want another guy (Yes, sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (Yes, sir)
We can just cuddle up (Yes, sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (Yes, sir)
Damn it, I'ma 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 jumping on it
That outside dick keep them hoes sick
CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumping on it

Baby got it on, she quick to take it, she don't need it (Jumpin' on it)
Plus, her credit good, she a keeper (Jumpin' on it)
She my flirt, but, she ain't f**kin', 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 ho worth the trouble (He got a b**ch)
He want you bad to be f**kin' 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
Worried 'bout her
Worried, worried, worried 'bout her
He got a— Worried 'bout her
Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a—
Got a— He got a b**ch
But, I ain't worried 'bout her

I got a bad b**ch in my ride (Yes, sir)
Rolling down '95 (Yes, sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (Yes, sir)
That she don't ever want another guy (Yes, sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (Yes, sir)
We can just cuddle up (Yes, sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (Yes, sir)
Damn it, I'ma beat it up (Yes, sir)
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body

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 b**ch but I ain't worried 'bout her)
(He got a b**ch but I ain't worried 'bout her)