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letra de do my body good - nick wiz

nick wiz ft. kandi kain ft. miilkbone – “do my body good”
[emcee(s): miilkbone and kandi kain]
[producer(s): nick wiz]

[verse 1: miilkbone]
i’m getting comfy, cozy, hit more p-ssycats than josie
and once i let her bone me, now she tells the world she knows me
you only know my bottom half, make me wanna laugh. i got
a patch that had a lot of ass, i hit it, now you’re on my path
you wanna make me yours? b-tch, you better take detours
because me without three wh0res is like a silent seashore
there’s only s-xy sideshows i wouldn’t let blow my nose
but it’s the ninenty-nine-os, time to find hoes as time goes

[verse 2: kandi kain]
hey
there’s only two things for me that you can do—that’s
crack my brew and step to the side when you see me coming
through. you called me a digger out looking for your coal
but i got bigger goals, so i’m saying, “kiss my
ass mold,” and then i keep my shoulder cold as i
stroll down my yellow brick road, and my sisterhood
cold. you tried to press your luck up, but no luck
so you called me “stuck-up,” you can’t love me down ‘cause
you’re nothing but a f-ck-up
[hook: kandi kain]
how many ladies wanna get back at
the guys who play the role, try to front like they’re all that?
you better change ‘cause i ain’t having
all that
n-gga, drop your drawers, take it to my hairy hood
you can’t do my body good

[verse 3: kandi kain]
you thought you would hit this ‘cause you got a little bit
of brick ish, but you’re not big enough for your own
britches. you better check my background before you try
to lay your mack down or you’re gonna get smacked down
because, back in my rattlesnake days
i used to make marks like you my everyday payday
so what you got to say?

[verse 4: miilkbone]
i got the funky mind
lucky buddy, cruddy kind, i got no lovey dovey time
i bet your kitty-cat you got your pillow packed. now look at that
you’re wet, you lost your self-respect and you don’t get it back
you’re leaking through your pants. shouldn’t have gave you a chance
and how you leave your man, claiming that me and you got future plans?
you jumped the gun, baby, you’re leaping a tec. don’t try to
aim for my heart. you’re shooting blanks out the bank
i’ll roll with crazy cutthroats, i’m sinking punks like tugboats
now watch me hit that ass, and then i’ll laugh at all your love notes
you’re thinking it’s romantic, casablanca. i’ll drop you like
an anchor, so wake up and smell the sanka, and i’ll thank ya
[hook: kandi kain]
how many ladies wanna get back at
the guys who play the role, try to front like they’re all that?
you better change ‘cause i ain’t having
all that
n-gga, drop your drawers, take it to my hairy hood
you can’t do my body good

[verse 5: miilkbone]
now all y’all
island-hopping hoochies who fronted on the oochies and smoochies
well, f-ck y’all. i hope your coochies get the cooties
i’m sick of all the talk about your women and tears for fears
hustling for years, i’m on the norm like cheers
and miilkbone don’t plan to stop, i demand my props
as long as you got two hands for c-cks, i’ma plant my crops
right in your pasture, a pleasure for all you freaky
farmers and greasy gardeners, i’m your sleazy partner
my needle do and dash, swing an ep’ or stick and step, will get you wet
hit and laugh, f-ck and forget the liquid sweat
that’s just the way it is, that’s the nature of a cruddy man
jerk me for a nutty hand, your girl’s gotta love me, d-mn

[verse 6: kandi kain]
you know lying on your d-ck is a federal
offense? i get my own dollars, getting yours don’t make
sense, i’m not your easy lay around the way, straight
ain’t no bones in my closet, so it goes down
like fella’, and you’re kind of guy that likes to flash
a fat knot with fifty-five singles and a twenty on
top, acting like a superstar in a rented
car, wanting errybody know who you are
but n0body’s asking, they’re just laughing
at you, that you would try to play me out of my
position. should have listened to your first premonition
you’re just a john getting tricked, so you could never
pimp me, your pockets too skimpy to tempt me
plus the jailbaits tell me that you’re wimpy, wimpy
[hook: kandi kain]
how many ladies wanna get back at
the guys who play the role, try to front like they’re all that?
you better change ‘cause i ain’t having
all that
n-gga, drop your drawers, take it to my hairy hood
miilk, can’t do my body good

- nick wiz

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