Wide Body Lyrics - Singles - Feloni

VERSE 1 

I'ma let em come to me 

f-ck comin to you 

Cuz I look real lovely, baby 

When I do what I do 

I ain't playin wit cha 

Watch out 

Can I sell platinum status, jigga 

No doubt 

Dave Chapelle said society's sick 

So I ain't crazy, young f-cka 

Now get off my tip 

Don't try to hold back 

What you don't understand 

Plus I got a betta' plan 

Makin you a betta' man 

Listen as I break you in... 

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CHORUS 

(Repeat 2x) 

I'ma take the pUssi 

Eat it up 

Beat it up 

Get some hotsauce 

I'ma heat it up, boy 

Where them wide bodies 

where them wide bodies 

where them wide bodies 

Tell me where them wide bodies 

(Love it in a wide body) 

It's a woman's revenge 

When I'm takin all the pussi from men 

Then grin 

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VERSE 2 

Shotgun to the pop 

Did it non-stop 

Worked 7/24 

Then I hit the block 

This is how I run it 

Metal to the flow 

All them hatin suckaz 

Said it couldn't be sold 

F*ck you, snitch 

I took yo b-tch 

Now I'm makin money 

And I'm gettin real "rich" 

(If you gotta' wide body 

Come and holla' at me 

I'm from the D-Town, baby 

Call me FELONi) 

Now don't be shy 

I know you kick it on the sly 

Frontin on yo man 

when ya "b-tch" walk by 

What's up, baby 

Can I get a maybe 

Katt said you need self-esteem, young lady 

So get yo ass out the closet 

And throw away the key 

You gotta' wide body, baby 

Come and put it on me 

(Bounce it like a 24 

Drop it like it's hard to hold 

I'ma work it like a pro 

You can let yo nicka know) 

CHORUS 

(Repeat 2x) 

I'ma take the pUssi 

Eat it up 

Beat it up 

Get some hotsauce 

I'ma heat it up, boy 

Where them wide bodies 

where them wide bodies 

where them wide bodies 

Tell me where them wide bodies 

(Love it in a wide body) 

It's a woman's revenge 

when I'm taking over pussi from men, then grin 

"I CAN'T STOP" 

Verse 1 

Like Aileen Wurnos 

I keep a loaded gun 

I ain't afraid to pull the trigger, don't push me, son 

They say hey, Shorty, you can't beat a man 

But in my heart I know that a glock and hollows can 

I'm the women's champ 

I don't take no shit 

Like when your girl feelin cramps she don't take no dick 

Look in my eyes, and tell me what you see, dog 

A black woman runnin through some thick fog 

Slow down, it's twisted enough 

Take a closer look it's a diamond in the ruff...plush 

Yeah, that's me 

Born and raised in the DET 

But, can't get no radio love 

They say 'cuz I like the women it might kill they buzz 

What 

Trick, rep yo city 

I swear you muthafuckas straight wanna be Diddy (Come on) 

CHORUS 

If you want this come and get some 

Verse 2 

Yo, I collect all four 

My anger, my drama, my thoughts and flows 

Naw, I ain't no muthafuckin role model 

Try to be, but what I represent is hard to swallow 

But I ain't got time to stop 

Tick-Tock to the pretty-ricky-hip-hop 

Damn, I know them haters be watching me 

But I don't give a fuck about what industry think of me 'cuz 

Break 

(I can't stop 'cuz they waitin on me) 

Hold up- what the fuck 

Feloni ain't giving up 

And with or without you 

I'm a straight-up live it up 

I know you wanna see me back down 

But until you haters drop 

I'm a hold you down, fucka, what 

CHORUS 

If you want this come and get some 

Verse 3 

If hip-hop is here to represent the black collective 

Then what the fuck is it without my black perspective 

Listen 

I'm the industry underdog 

I got the odds against me but y'all still gone hear me bark 

Crash, burn and come back, imagine that 

I'm here to suckle the truth not yo similack 

And tell the dope-man to give our hood some money back 

Instead of pickin they cotton 

They got us pickin crack 

Instead of wantin a mule we want a cadillac 

Instead of playin it cool we gotta get the gat 

Well, let me do what I do 

Can you handle that 

Then put the judgement on lock 'cuz God gone bring it back 

I know some bad-ass women that can make you jack 

And me in love with a hoe, oh, pimpin, never that 

And if you love me for me yo, baby, holla back 

But if you hate on me, B, that's cuz your game is wack 

CHORUS 

If you want this come and get some