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Twista( Carl Terrell Mitchell )
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Your Body
Lyricist:Samuel C. Lindley, Carl Terrell Mitchell, John Pilgrim, Anthony Round, Dennis Round, Darnell Smith
Now when I touch on yo body, babe (Touch on yo body) And when I grab on yo body, babe (When I grab on yo body, babe)
When I feel on yo body, babe (When I feel on yo body, babe) I say (Ooh) Hell, yeah
Can I reintroduce myself for the city of the chi West side ain't it mayne, put some flame to the Maryjane Down with the same thang, with main in the left lane Peep game, put the duck in the ash tray, got on the freeway
Sprayed a lil' cologne on the car seats Then I gotta up with big d and six freaks They was thick as hell, you understand me? I was sippin' on patron about to fade out Got up with lil' ma, had the whole lick laid out
Put the Gucci on the door seat, countin' some mo gee's The dice game, damn near, broke me So I'm callin' fo' mo' gees's And puttin' a pound of weed and four b's
My thumper and my door keys, walked up like she know me I gotta keep it movin' 'cause she prolly be the police So I got turned tough told her to meet me in the Range Rove We ain't getting' money so I gotta go and change clothes
Bumped out with the same hoes, tonight we in the hotel 'Cause I got it in the main floor, all them lookin' good But I wanna hit the main fo' what you think I'm spittin game for? 'Cause I talk a lotta spots Andale, Andale, Andale, cha, cha
I gotta beg for yo body, girl, I need yo body I see you with my body every time I see yo body I say ooh, ooh, if you was a car, girl, you'd be a phantom Yo ass and yo titties, ain't no tellin' if I had them what I'd do (Ooh)
I was chose in this game to be a cold mothafucka With the fe's and the lad's, now let the roof all down While I'm getting' good ol' head, smoke the trees in the back You see the mix with the jewels and the stacks
Don't try to pull it, I got goons with the gaps My money long like a python, makes yo bitch say, fuck it I'm a roll with the Mack, B-low getting' all that dough B-low gon' pimp them hoes, B-low getting' all that show
And my meat gon' touch the floor, mothafucka, get on? Spit row like I said you already know, P-O-P-I-M-P Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
I gotta beg for yo body, girl, I need yo body I see you with my body every time I see yo body I say ooh, ooh, if you was a car, girl, you'd be a phantom Yo ass and yo titties, ain't no tellin' if I had them what I'd do (Ooh)
Girl, you got a bangin' body like a Bugatti She got work like a cookin' pot (Oh) She got legs like a potential hit (Yes) And a frame like a workin' car
But who the one the women lookin' spectacular fo'? Who the one that got the bump in the back of the truck? Who the one that saw the body with the booty of a Maserati While I'm in the party way back in the club
You be kinda remindin' me of my gee princess So I gotta say majesty when I say that And when I see the way the fatty lookin' from way back You be kinda remindin' me of a Maybach
You be the type I know I might kiss And if I flow it right I know I'm so righteous And if you wanna try and get as lyrical like The Twist You gotta flow like this
So now I'm a go to the back, get a cup fill it up With the drank when I mack on a hoe Triple it up 'cause when I get out I wanna cut 'Cause I'm twist and I'm a kick that spectacular flow
Now I spit you with the kind of glory Know it's kinda gory when I come out of the laboratory, let's ride Ain't no fuckin' with the Twista, JP Do or die, you are now with the category f5
I gotta beg for yo body, girl, I need yo body I see you with my body every time I see yo body I say ooh, ooh, if you was a car, girl, you'd be a phantom Yo ass and yo titties, ain't no tellin' if I had them what I'd do (Ooh)
Now when I touch on yo body, babe (Touch on yo body) And when I grab on yo body, babe (When I grab on yo body, babe)
When I feel on yo body, babe (When I feel on yo body, babe) I say (Ooh) Hell, yeah
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