wifeye - Puttttit To Yo Body Lyrics

She said, Put it to yo body
Whatchu know about it
We could flat out, map out to the tropics
Whatchu tryna party?
What's yo kinda hobby?
Keep it on the low - we could meet in the lobby
Meet in the lobby then put it to yo body
Whatchu know about it
We could flat out, map out to the tropics
Whatchu tryna party?
What's yo kinda hobby?
Keep it on the low - we could meet in the lobby
Ebbs and flows, she beautiful, so that casket closed
Half these hoes, ain't thinking practical, so they gotta pack to go
I'm on the path, the road, becoming masterful
I think she cracked the code - how she got me going back and fourth
Take that pussy out like a cat that strolls
She wanna match the clothes - go tic tac for toe
I say you better slow down, and act your role, before I have to go
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Scribble scrabble, now how bout them apples
I ain't no rapper, but I found his password, so I thought I'd dibble dabble
Don't go run and tattle, lil loser, we gon have to battle,
And you know I squash the beef - quicker than the cattle
Call me Tobey Saddle how I ride the beat like Marshal Mathers
Put it to yo body - that's all that really matters
She said, Put it to yo body
Whatchu know about it
We could flat out, map out to the tropics
Whatchu tryna party?
What's yo kinda hobby?
Keep it on the low - we could meet in the lobby
Meet in the lobby then put it to yo body
Whatchu know about it
We could flat out, map out to the tropics
Whatchu tryna party?
What's yo kinda hobby?
Keep it on the low - we could meet in the lobby