The Body - Wale, Jeremih

Baby you got a body like a Benz

And I’m just tryna drive it once again

Shawty can I be your tank, yeah

I start of with that «What you drinkin'?»

Pardon if I’m road raging

But I know you heard my drive is crazy

Yeah, let me pace that, with some patience

Let me do it till I fill every void

You’re like a Maybach, thinking damn, they ain’t even make 'em like you no more

It’s like a high beam gleaming through your eye (bling)

I can door you up, baby suicide

A little wordplay, I’m hoping I can make you smile

Least until I’m out of line like a DUI

Girl you remind me of my Jeep

Can I see what’s up with that G-Wagon

Can I take you off of these streets

To the side of me, I’m tryna see your hazards

Tryna be with the baddest, won’t be the fastest

Gotta make it last, I hope you comfortable

I need to get to you, you’re like a 62

A little work, then it’s curtains when I’m skrrtin’through

Came through in the brw, tryna leave in the coupe

That mean I gots a few, but I believe in you

Tryna chase the cat, know I’m killin’the dog

You ain’t feeling me naw, that mean I don’t need the roof

You remind me of my Jeep, I wanna ride it You something like my car

I got the keys to them, I need the keys to you

You put on a show, you don’t need no clothes

Give me little bit more, always take it slow

I know you don’t wanna stop, I’m tryna make it go Now speed it up like a Maserati, and look at me and pose

A good woman is scarce to us And I wasn’t prepared to love

And it sound crazy, but your miles crazy

I’m just here cause your character good (truth be told)

A good nigga is rare to her (truth be told)

You heard it all but hear this love

One night with dude, I be the reason you

So let me know am I clear enough, yeah wassup

Way I, way I, that’s the way I think

Shawty straight like, a concert on street

In the morning I slide over, she needs a ride I’m like

«Tight, let’s keep it AMG»

Slidin’down, precipitating is straight

Top down, let me kiss your physique

I’m diggin’your, I’m checkin’your gear

Can tell you had a good year, spent a grip on your feet

She like when I drive it, I like it in park

Pull that thing over you likely to sore

I got her floating like riding on stars

So I keep it GPS, see where this going

Nothing will stop it, I slide in no problem

Ch-ch-chop it, my swipe your parts

Sections her weapon, my snake in her garden

So know when I’m not here the is on