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Paroles de la chanson On My Body par Saucy Santana

Santana, aye
(It's Trax season bruh)

Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, bitch look like Angelina Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life llivin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
Bitch you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pussy real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob bitch, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my niggas on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this bitch out, make that bitch look lonely

Hopin' out the Benz truck, yeah a bitch goin'up

Got that 1942 gon' and pour me a cup
Tell that nigga send the money, I be runnin' it up
I'mma a gangsta not a model, l'Il beat a bitch up
Don't get it fucked up, this ain't the internet
I'mma boss bitch I'll lеt my shooters handle that
Pretty bitch, gеt em hot every time that I drop
And I bleed a niggas pockets 'til he beg me to stop

Ouu, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad bitch, yeah I'm motherfuckin' cocky (Bitch, I'm cocky)
Ain't a bitch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom bitch top me (Hehe)

Ouu, they really on my body (On my body)
Bad bitch, yeah I'm motherfuckin' cocky (Bitch, I'm cocky)
Ain't a bitch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom bitch top me (Hehe)

Iced out Rollie, make my wrist look swollen
Lips plump, bitch look like Angelina Jolie (Yeah)
Suite Life llivin' like Zack and Cody (Yeah)
Bitch you's a fan, you is not the homie (Not the homie)
P-p-pussy real good, sound like macaroni (Macaroni)
Mob bitch, like I hang wit' Catholic Tony
All my niggas on go, so don't push up on me
We'll clear this bitch out, make that bitch look lonely

See you hatin' in the comments gon' and log out (Bye)
I took your nigga, but I keep him in the dog house
Pretty like a Barbie, and I'm livin' in your dream house
Icy like Saweetie, ask my jeweler I be blinged out
Uh, big Mac books, big black trucks
First class to Columbia to get snatched up
Viagra to you hoes, yeah a bitch stuck up
Mike Tyson in the ring, make a bitch Donald Duck

Ouu, they really on my body (Body)
Bad bitch, yeah I'm motherfuckin' cocky (Cocky)
Ain't a bitch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom bitch top me (Yeah)

Ouu, they really on my body (Body)
Bad bitch, yeah I'm motherfuckin' cocky (Cocky)
Ain't a bitch that's alive that can stop me
I got the first spot, can't let a bottom bitch top me

(It's Trax season bruh)

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