Lyrics: Your Body

Yes sir Yes sir Yes sir Yes sir I 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 (yes sir) we ain't gotta make love (yes sir) we can just cuddle up (yes sir) But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir) then baby we could make love (yes sir) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) I don't know why, but the ladies call ol' baby blue the sticker They take me and rape me and make me they victim I lick em and freak 'em if they married I see ya If they look like wifey material, then I keep 'em Stuntin' through the city tryin' to find a lady who Beautiful, but she gotta have booty too Baby blue gonna let you do what you wanna do You can feel on it if you really want to Get a taste of the salami Knock knock knock knock you down like a tsunami Bust in you like atomi-ee I'mma ahead of my class gettin' head in the jag Look in the duffle bag see benjamin heads on the cash I 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 (yes sir) we ain't gotta make love (yes sir) we can just cuddle up (yes sir) But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir) then baby we could make love (yes sir) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) Top down blue star tag Ol' master bear skin rugs in the jag Spectac with the bad chick in the back Tryin ta beat it up like an Everlast punching bag Hotter than a bisquick biscuit out the oven Your baby mama go on missions to get this lovin’ We kissin’ and huggin’ she never pick her phone up You be lookin’ for her while we doin’ the grown up She complain when she catch back spasms But she love when she get the back to back orgasms Yes sir, the game is automatic, give it to 'em one time They come back like addicts I 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 (yes sir) we ain't gotta make love (yes sir) we can just cuddle up (yes sir) But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir) then baby we could make love (yes sir) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) Well let me step up in this thang Right lookin smellin good Lookin’ good Spec and Baby Blue and Pleasure Fool That's all we got! Let me drop my top pull up in the parking lot Grab a grape soda bag of chips, that’s all I got Park outside minglin wit' my homeboys Faked out fake hugs leave me alone boy Plus the candy lookin’ good enough to eat You can tell by the way the girls actin’ cross the street But on the other hand Alfalfa just hit me on my metro Say a party in the park hard baby let's go The balla tick no questions asked, so I jumped out the white jag Smooth like Shaq come her girl! I 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 (yes sir) we ain't gotta make love (yes sir) we can just cuddle up (yes sir) But if you don't want to cuddle up (yes sir) then baby we could make love (yes sir) My body, your body (it's burnin' up) My body, your body (it's burnin' up)