Body Ya Lyrics - There Is No Competition 2: The Grieving Music Mixtape - Fabolous

Shout out to my enemies 

Shout out my competitors 

Shout out to my mini me's, I hope you do better bruh 

Better me better you etc etc 

Shout out to the followers I will stay ahead of ya 

Big up to the haters, big up, all you little niggas 

Bigging y'all up should make you feel a little bigger 

Big up to the fake niggas from a real nigga 

Fake niggas help you recognise the real niggas 

Uhh, I'm a Brooklyn nigga anyhow 

Closet looking like I opened up a Vinnie Styles 

Bitches say we are the best 

So mommy in my jeans PRPS 

Yeah street fidda didda gang 

Same place I see em, same place they chalk em out 

We speak Guapanese, come see what we talking bout 

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Holla at your homie, holla at your dogg 

Looking for the competition holla at the morgue 

Once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya 

If looks could kill my style might body ya 

B-b-body ya 

B-b-body ya 

If looks could kill my style might body ya 

B-b-body ya 

B-b-body ya 

If looks could kill my style might body ya 

Shout out to the groupies 

Shout out to my ex 

Photos 

Prol saying fuck me so shout out to the sex 

Don't get mad at me cause I'm onto the next 

All of this cause I ain't respond to your text 

Big up to you bum bitches in your 10 dollar dresses 

Big up to the big girls y'all are so Precious 

Salty bitches try to raise a nigga blood pressure 

Grown little girls, do your mouth get any fresher 

Uhh, but it ain't fresh as Loso 

Monogramed out son in case you didn't know so 

Flow so deadly swag too murderous 

Known for being nice, that don't mean courteous 

This is nothing new, Im not a beginner 

I get big checks like the lottery winners 

A boy dissing I, boy listen I 

Kindly sent him on his way, tell the mortician hi 

Holla at your homie, holla at your dogg 

Looking for the competition holla at the morgue 

Once I say hi to her she gon say bye to ya 

If looks could kill my style might body ya 

B-b-body ya 

B-b-body ya 

If looks could kill my style might body ya 

B-b-body ya 

B-b-body ya 

If looks could kill my style might body ya 

What it look like, nigga? 

It's Young Funeral Told y'all niggas 

I got this shit nigga 

There Is No Competition 2 

What up Dram'? What it look like? 

Huh? What we talkin', baby? 

What we talkin' 'bout? 

These niggas is dead 

What we talkin' 'bout? 

Yeah, I said it, dead, nice 

Niggas might as well lay down in a hole 

And throw dirt on they self 

It's funeral