Body Body Body Freestyle Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[C][D][Em][C][Em]
[C]Heh[G]ehe
Hey, let's fuck [C]around
[Em]Look

[Verse 2]
[Am]Body, body, body,
[G]body [Em](yeah)
I'ma need that [Am]right on
me (ha)
(Yeah, let's [D]have [G]some [Em]fun, ah)
Now body, [Am]body, body,
[G]body [Em](yeah)
I'ma [G]need that [Am]right on [Em]me
[G](wa[Em]ddup)[C]
Pick it up, she [Em]drop it low

[Verse 3]
[G]
I pick [Em]it up, she [G]drop [C]it low
I pick it up, she drop [G]it low
I pick [Em]it up, yeah

[Verse 4]
Now, [Em]body, [Am]body, body, body[G][Em]
I'ma [G]need that [Am]right on
[D]me [Em](look)
Now, body, [Am]body, body, [G]body[Em]
I'ma need that [Am]right on me
(Oh now [D]that my [Em]bag down, yeah)

[Verse 5]
I got [Am]love for you, we have cup for you
Beat it a [G]couple times,
[Em]just having a cuff on it
I never [Am]loved women, they outta time now
And since I [G]had a baby
[Em]girl, I'm in my vibe now
Who gon' [Am]fuck with us? One
of the realest niggas
I got a [G]million from [Em]Nima from being independent,
feel [Am]it
Fear of God, zipper on,
[D]Jay Lorenzo [Em]dog,
Let me get like [C]four, bruh, uh
Folarin season, nigga stop sleeping
[G]Early morning hit a ser[Em] mon,
that be [C]plot speaking
Sweet pussy, sat days like I can't speak
[G]Never eve[Em]r, ever kiddin',
bitch I don't play
[C]Tell these mad rappers,
I'ma lead this [D]John Blaze
Stupid ass nigga,
[Em]that was a reference to Mase
[C]Remember the days,
Harlem World, [G]all the girls
Jealous guys still around and they [C]in the [Am]way

[Verse 6]
[Em]
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty (yeah)
What these [G]little bitches [Am]want from me?
[D](Do you ain't hea[Em]r me? I said,
[Am]I[D][Em]
said)
Shawty, shawty, shawty, shawty
What these little bitches
[Am]want from me?
Won't give em' a [D]goddamn [Em]thing

[Verse 7]
[Am]Flows on flows, they float, they don't miss
[D]Boats and[Em] hoes, my little
rubber band, bitch
[Am]Coast to coast, like John Wall and Harden
My [D]dogs in Palmer [Em]Park,
put paws on your posse
[Am]Im possible is nothing, I'm livin' it up
Indi[D]an soul,
[Em]and shawty look like India Love
I'm into [Am]your love, I'm into your mind,
into your vibe
It's [D]in your stomach,
[Em]and one day it'll get you [C]to shine
The old [Am]album title
Was so- so [G]with the sales,
but did [Am]it without a writer
[G]Somebody [C]want a problem with
us, better buy a bible [Am]or rifle
And [G]hire a fire [Am]ass Nasc[G]ar guy to drive
[Am]Yeah, I'm on my Earnhardt shit
[D]Want my young niggas to
[Em]earn y'all shit
Niggas [Am]think I ain't got the
word out [A]shit
Man, I [D]know the little [Em]niggas
that serve y'all shit
[Am]Pull up in the Ghost at the carry- out,
bitch
[D]Niggas never [Em]know about my whereabouts,
bitch
[Am]Somewhere in Carol City,
a carousel whip
Meaning there's [D]so many horses
[Em]it's like a marathon, bitch

[Verse 8]
[Am]Body[C], body, body[Am],
[G]body [Em](yeah)
Can I get my [Am]cheek popped,
please? Do it for my [D]PYT[G]
[Em]I wanna love[Am] you, pretty young[G] thing[Em]
And that single [Am]still was platinum
'Cause academically they
[G]fuck with me
[Em]That's why I'm struggle- free, yeah

[Verse 9]
[Am]They droppin' off, I'm pickin' up
[D]They fal[Em]lin' off, I'm fuckin' up
[Am]The fuckin' charts, they fuckin' up
[D]'Cause I ain't [Em]on 'em
But me and Bonnie gon'
see what's [C]up (right)
I hope my woman ain't [G]scorned She

[Verse 10]
see me on that Tidal,
[Em]so her [C]en titlement gone
I ain't findin' no wife,
and that's probably 'cause of my[G]self
Heaven knows mental health is a detri[Em]ment to my [G]wealth,
nig[Am]ga
Mahershala, let me rock
Shout [D]out to Rockville,
I was [Em]out in Lincoln Park
[Am]Up in Mark Twain with the savage
All my friends [D]crazy,
my bitches was the [Em]bad dest
Iceberg [Am]shit, you thought it was
one of the brothers
Shit ain't been the [D]same,
since I [Em]signed to Warner Brother
Double up the [Am]hate, all the shade,
all the money
I'm tryna find a [D]way to order Momma
a little [Em]daughter
Shoutout to Bal[Am]timore,
you ain't know it's like a war
Young niggas [D]dy in',
they tryn[Em]a weather the storm
The Chi niggas [Am]shovelin' snow
to weather the storm
And Chi niggas [D]dyin' [Em](no, no,
but [C]it go like)
Body, body, [Am]bodies, bodies

[Verse 11]
Another [G]black man [Am]dead [C]in the street (hey, hey,
[G]loo[C]k)
Bodies, [Am]bodies, bodies, bod[G]ies
[Am]They just [G]don't like[Am] my peop[C]le
[Em](Black lives still matter to me)
One [C]time
They droppin' [Am]off, I'm [C]pickin' up
[D]They dro[Am]ppin' off, I'm pic[Em]kin' up
[Am]They droppin' off,
I'm pickin' [G]up [Am](hey)
Now, body, body, bodies, bodies, what is...