[Intro]
Nobody body body make me feel the way that you do,
I can tell you bout it bout it by the way that you move
Staring at me, see you twist across the room
Come into my section let me show you how we do

[Verse 1]
Baby come fuck wit' a freak if you wanna
The way you move your body you might be a snake charmer
They playing "Rake it Up" and now we all some farmers
She took it down low and then she took it even farther
She got some five star bitches in her roster
Better come correct or don't even bother
She really tough on niggas, blame it on father
Powered up, she fresh up off the charger

And now... (She's drinking)
Say goodbye too the good girl (Rest in peace)
Now she's in rage, (Hurricane speed)
She just getting started, (Now I can't leave )

[Hook]
Nobody body body make me feel the way that you do,
I can tell you bout it bout it by the way that you move
Staring at me, see you twist across the room
Come into my section let me show you how we do
She drop it drop it drop it but there's nothing for her to prove
Our eyes keep lockin' lockin' cuz she knows, I'm that dude
The whole crowd turn around and watch
You dancing like a thot, but you dressed so posh

[Verse 2]
My niggas way too faded in this island club
We sippin' and we mixin' on this island rum
Oh my I like this feeling, bitch don’t kill our vibe we having fun
Bottles p-p-poppin like some hot oil in a skillet
It’s all on me you can slap it on my tab bitch
Young rockstars tryna get established
 A nigga gotta eat i needs more cabbage

And I, (I can't even lie)
There's something about you (That has caught my eye)
Know you wanna come over (How could you be shy)
Girl staring back at you, (Connecting thru our eyes)

[Hook]
Nobody body body make me feel the way that you do,
I can tell you bout it bout it by the way that you move
Staring at me, see you twist across the room
Come into my section let me show you how we do
She drop it drop it drop it but there's nothing for her to prove
Our eyes keep lockin' lockin' cuz she knows, I'm that dude
The whole crowd turn around and watch
You dancing like a thot, but you dressed so posh

[Bridge]
I'm a number one stunna (Number one stunna)
Got some niggas who gunnas (Niggas who gunnas)
V.I.P'ing let's turn up (Nigga lets turn up)
I’m a number one stunna (Ain’t nobody fresher than me)
Gots some niggas who gunnas (So ain’t nobody fucking with me)
V.I.P'ing let's turn up (Pull up and we wrecking the scene)

And now... (She stay by my side)
It’s just me and you girl (It’s just you and I )
Forever part of my life (She my ride or die)
That’s why that’s why that’s why that’s why

[Hook]
Nobody body body make me feel the way that you do,
I can tell you bout it bout it by the way that you move
Staring at me, see you twist across the room
Come into my section let me show you how we do
She drop it drop it drop it but there's nothing for her to prove
Our eyes keep lockin' lockin' cuz she knows, I'm that dude
The whole crowd turn around and watch
You dancing like a thot, but you dressed so posh

TwoxStepsxCloser

Nobody Body

EXE FINAL MIX

Session 32 COVER

Call Sarah

Count On A Few

ExE (intro) prod. Luvtriangles

FALLING (Single)

FALLING 2/14(Single)

SINCE I STARTED SINGLE

SINCE I STARTED (FREESTYLE)

This what they want, this they been wishing for
You niggas is soft, you niggas got brittle bones 
Diss on the Net, sending subliminals 
If these boys want beef, I got plenty, nigga let’s grill it all 

It always seems they care what I do 
But pussy nigga who worried 'bout you 
All that yip-yappin, but niggas ain’t making no moves
Get with the winning team,  or stay with the team who will lose
Got him watching what he say, like he writing a haiku 
I’ve done shows across the states, blacking out off 80 proof
Oh shit, that’s yo bae? She gave me brain in the booth 
Ancestors were slaves, some hung by the noose 
Now rocking gold chains, and got diamonds in my tooth 

If I want it, I get it, I’ll go head and bag that, BITCH
In the strip club , yea we call that the clap trap, BITCH 
With the bosses, the dealers, the launderers, all that, BITCH
If he a rat and he telling, then he gone need more than, A STITCH

Call my Haitians with the Draco 
Execute a nigga when I say so 
Shoot anything above the naval 
I’m heartless, yea I’m a A-hole
Fuck it, aim it at yo kids in the cradle
This that gang gang with no label 
When you run this town, it’s so easy to sweep things under the table

Had to cut niggas off, that’s a crop & edit 
Any competition hating getting dead'd
That’s all folks, fade to black, roll those fucking credits
I’m killing niggas and taking names, while snatching bitches edges
Call the coroner 'cause there’s no need to the call the paramedics 

Nigga why you mad, ‘cause I’m chasing out here bands 
Got some new best friends, Ulysses and Benjamin 
Nigga why you mad, ‘cause I’m chasing out here bands 
Got some new best friends, Ulysses and Benjamin

I just keep going and going 
And flowing and flowing 
And nigga I’m back in again 
You niggas is whack and you know it 
You whack and you know it
Can tell that you following trends
Rainbow hair, tattoos, and piercings
All you niggas are jokes, and gimmicks
I came in the game with flow,a mic, and a pen, 
Charisma, and fucking talent
Now it’s first class when land
Or go to Japan 
Or dirt bikes on Dubai sands 
Sipping tea in London 
Or romance in France 
Eat Gimbap with Koreans 
Then I come back to the states, and fuck on your girl
'Cause she knows that week was tense 
I’ma crash into that hoe, right into that hoe 
Do that pussy got insurance 
You prolly won’t see me no more, won’t see me no more
I’m a king I don’t fuck with peasants 
Stacking this paper to God, paper to God
Stack it up way to the heavens
Making moves in my sleep, moves with my mind
Fuck it, call me Eleven 
Always win against you, win against you
I’m lucky number 7

Shotta Flow 3 (NLE Choppa REMIX)

[LYRICS]
Wallet looking like a bag of skittles
I’m making racks off my own rhymes and riddles
Niggas think they hard but in fact they sweet and brittle
I’m aiming at all you little Malcoms in the middle
I told y’all, thought I told y’all niggas
Playtime is over 
I gave you a minute to get exposure
You under my influence
But ya sober
Thought I told y’all 
Playtime is over

Niggas need to show me some respect
Run your mouth ‘bout me 
Like it’s recess
Cross me once and you won’t get a retest
Off your top, off your top
With no regrets
I was gone for a minute but I came back
They saying that I changed
But I ain’t change yet
When things were going right 
You took a hard left
Now I’m only sitting here with one option
I knocking down all your building blocks man 
I’m busting shots
While you're out here throwing rocks man
Solidify my spot
Yeah that’s locked in 
Now listen closely ‘cuz the teacher’s talking
If you want me to fail
You need to stop it
I’m sitting at the pinnacle
That’s where the top is
Yea you thought it was over
But I just started
It’s my time
Go ahead and check your watches

Wallet looking like a bag of skittles
I’m making racks off my own rhymes and riddles
Niggas think they hard but in fact they sweet and brittle
I’m aiming at all you little Malcoms in the middle
I told y’all, thought I told y’all niggas
Playtime is over 
I gave you a minute to get exposure
You under my influence
But ya sober
Thought I told y’all 
Playtime is over

Didn’t get an invite
But I still showed up 
Leave the drama at the door,
That’s what they told us
But niggas want what I got 
I keep a toaster
Shit I gotta lot of weight on my shoulders
I’m sorry if I’m hard to get a hold of 
In different countries, different states
In different borders
Getting paid
Getting all my ducks in order
Been going hard like I’m in the fourth quarter

Yay-ee-yea 
No Lil Wayne
But I’m sorry for the wait
Head of the class
Now it’s time to demonstrate
How none of y’all niggas can fuck with me

And that’s facts man
You get the back hand
All these little niggas whack man
They got no traction
All that talking smack
Gone get you spit just like a fraction
Yea I’m reading from a script
But I ain’t fucking acting

Wallet looking like a bag of skittles
I’m making racks off my own rhymes and riddles
Niggas think they hard but in fact they sweet and brittle
I’m aiming at all you little Malcoms in the middle
I told y’all, thought I told y’all niggas
Playtime is over 
I gave you a minute to get exposure
You under my influence
But ya sober
Thought I told y’all 
Playtime is over

Playtime Is Over

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