"Body Language" lyrics
"Body Language"
[Sig H.B (Gucci Mane):]
Damn, little mama body bang (damn little mama body banging)
You looking like a model, babe (you look like a model, baby)
You ain't even gotta talk (you ain't even gotta talk)
Girl, just let your body say it (girl, just let your body say it)
Talk to me with body language (you talking with body language)
Your body like a bottle, babe (your body like a coke bottle)
Tell me, do you model, babe? (tell me, do you model, baby?)
'Cause girl, you using body language (damn, she using body language)
(Hah, hah)
[Gucci Mane:]
Body banging, work it, babe
Damn I like your bottom, babe
You should be the poster girl for apple bottom denim
You could be a model too
Even get you some AP too
Or just roll with me, and I'll make every day your photoshoot
Or maybe a video, my life is a video
Kush, Goose, pills and Magnum, girl, it's going digital
Girl you fine and now your rolling, I seen you a year ago
I didn't get to catch up with ya, now you know I got to get you
Take a picture, make a picture
Take a picture, take it with ya
Shawty hit you, like I love ya
When I hit ya, try to kill ya
Gucci Mane a model smasher, no I'm not a body builder
But I got a fifth of liquor, I'm a hit her like I missed her
Make her miss it, then I kiss it, leave the blow to bill of kisses
Shawty you a diamond like the VVSs on my wrists
Then I kiss it, make her misses, Zaytoven, he produced it
Gucci Mane La Flare are no too sexy for [?]
[Sig H.B (Gucci Mane):]
Damn, little mama body bang (damn little mama body banging)
You looking like a model, babe (you look like a model, baby)
You ain't even gotta talk (you ain't even gotta talk)
Girl, just let your body say it (girl, just let your body say it)
Talk to me with body language (you talking with body language)
Your body like a bottle, babe (your body like a coke bottle)
Tell me, do you model, babe? (tell me, do you model, baby?)
'Cause girl, you using body language (damn, she using body language)
(Hah, hah)
[Gucci Mane:]
Baby, talk to me, she told me, nigga, I don't talk 'cause talk is cheap (cheap)
And shawty fine to me, she blow your mind like a mine, use her hands to speak
Ya think I'm lying? I ain't lying, she a ten to me (a ten)
From the top of her head, to her pretty feet (pretty feet) (hah)
See I ain't lying, I ain't lying, all that bullshit you selling, she ain't buying (hah)
It's Gucci Mane la flare, I gotta keep a dime, 'cause pretties don't care and a pretty don't stare
A diamond gon' break, a dime gon' lie
It's Gucci Mane La Flare, I keep a diamond on my side (diamond)
(Yeah)
Her body talking in Spanish
(Okay) her body talking to me and it's talking real maddish
Cursing, profanity (it's Gucci) real graphic, her body [?]
[Sig H.B (Gucci Mane):]
Damn, little mama body bang (damn little mama body banging)
You looking like a model, babe (you look like a model, baby)
You ain't even gotta talk (you ain't even gotta talk)
Girl, just let your body say it (girl, just let your body say it)
Talk to me with body language (you talking with body language)
Your body like a bottle, babe (your body like a coke bottle)
Tell me, do you model, babe? (tell me, do you model, baby?)
'Cause girl, you using body language (damn, she using body language)
(Hah, hah)
- AZLyrics
- G
- Gucci Mane Lyrics
album:
"Trap House" (2005)
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