Body Ya Lyrics

Shout out to my enemies, shout out my competitors Shout out to my mini-me's, I hope you do better, brah Better me, better you, etcetera, etcetera Shout out to the followers, I will stay ahead of you
Big up to the haters, big up all you low niggas Biggin' you all up should make you feel a little bigger Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga Fake niggas, help you recognize a real nigga
Uh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow Closet lookin' like I opened up a Vinnie's Styles Bitches say, "We are the best" So mami in my jeans PRPS
Yeah, street fitted in a gang Yeah, at you like a Twitter name Same place I see 'em, same place they chalk 'em out We speak gwap-enese, come see what we talkin' 'bout
Holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
Shout out to the groupies, shout out to my ex Probably sayin' fuck me so shout out to the sex Don't get mad at me 'cause I'm on to the next All of this because I ain't respond to your text
Big up to you bum bitches and your ten dollar dresses Big up to the big girls, y'all are so precious Salty bitches tryin' to raise a nigga blood pressure [ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/body-ya-lyrics-fabolous.html ] Grown little girls, do yo' mouth get any fresher?
Huh? But it ain't fresh as Loso Monogrammed out, son, case you didn't know so Flow so deadly, swag too murderous Known for bein' nice, that don't mean courteous
This is nothin' new, I'm not a beginner I get big checks like a lottery winner Her boy dissin' ah, boy, listen ah Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi
You better holla at your homie, holla at your dog Lookin' for the competition, holla at them all Once I say hi to her, she gonna say bye to ya If looks could kill then my style might body ya
B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya B-b-body ya, b-b-body ya If looks could kill, then my style might body ya
What it look like, nigga? It's Young Funeral Told y'all niggas I got this shit nigga There Is No Competition 2: The Funeral Service What up Dram'? What it look like?
Huh? What we talkin', baby? What we talkin' 'bout? These niggas is dead What we talkin' 'bout? Yeah, I said it, dead, nice
Niggas might as well lay down in a hole And throw dirt on they self It's funeral