paroles de chanson Situation - Trina , lil wayne
She
body
the
body
(Body
the
body)
And
she
'bout
it,
'bout
it
('Bout
it,
'bout
it)
She
like
to
get
lit,
better
ask
about
it
(Ask
about
it)
She
my
little
situation,
situation
(Situation)
She
my
little
situation,
situation
She
like
to
get
lit,
pour
up
a
mix
(Mix)
Ice
up
her
wrist
Play
with
her,
make
a
nigga
come
off
the
hip
I
ain't
ever
been
number
two
fucking
with
a
nigga
I'm
the
situation,
tell
a
bitch,
go
figure
(Uh)
No
top
and
the
g-string
And
I
been
the
type
of
bitch
to
take
everything
Niggas
throw
gifts
and
shit
to
see
a
bitch
smile
And
the
house
driveway
about
eight
miles
They
Froot
Loop
the
wrist,
they
hit
my
PayPal
And
these
bitches
can't
take
that
I'm
the
wave
now
(Yeah)
We
body
the
body
He
rubbing
it
on
me,
he
wanna
get
naughty
(Naughty)
But
I
know
if
I
fall
in
my
feelings,
get
deep
and
he
bitin'
the
body
So
I
don't
even
play
with
him
Whitest
man,
hood
stiff
and
his
hands
grabbing
tight
on
my
blue
denim
My
Louboutins,
can
a
bitch
feel
'em?
I
let
a
nigga
know
quick,
I'm
a
self-made
go-getter
We
body
the
body,
he
throwin'
me
keys
to
the
Phantom
big
body
(Big
Body)
He
shopping
to
buy,
he
import
and
export,
I
take
classes,
Pilates
Bank-bank
account
stretched
like
elastic
You
can
pop
a
rubber
band
or
you
can
swipe
the
plastic
I
make
him
blow
the
whole
damn
bank,
do
damage
'Cause
if
he
don't
swipe
the
card,
you
ain't
a
bad
bitch
(Yeah)
She
body
the
body
(Body
the
body,
body
to
body)
And
she
'bout
it,
'bout
it
('Bout
it,
'bout
it,
'bout
it,
'bout
it)
She
like
to
get
lit,
better
ask
about
it
('Bout
it,
she
like
to
get
lit)
She
my
little
situation,
situation
(Situation)
She
my
little
situation,
situation
She
like
to
get
lit
(Like
to
get
lit),
pour
up
a
mix
(Pour
up
a
mix)
Ice
up
her
wrist
Play
with
her,
make
a
nigga
come
off
the
hip
When
the
clock
strikes
twelve
and
the
lights
dim
(Lights
dim)
Champagne
bubble
bath,
it's
just
me
and
him
Sex
on
dead
presidents,
I'm
elite,
ya
bitch
Top
floor
penthouse,
I
could
teach
your
bitch
Bet
one
phone
call,
he
gon'
come
through
With
a
gift
for
the
neck
and
the
wrist,
too
Girl,
I
know
every
password
and
the
clothes
blue
And
if
he
throw
me
the
Dutch,
I
could
roll
it,
too
(Roll
it,
too)
We
body
the
body
(The
body)
I
got
his
tongue
deep
in
my
body
(In
my
body)
Like
I'm
riding
the
Harley,
like
police
behind
me,
nobody
can
stop
me
Girl,
I
ride
a
nigga's
face
like
its
first
class
Can't
stand
no
nigga
who
comes
fast
Who
be
tryin'
hard
to
get
it?
Back
it
up
fast
Can't
sauce
the
meat,
a
bitch
gon'
pass
(Gon'
pass)
We
body
the
body
(The
body),
now
he
cold,
beatin'
my
body
(My
body)
Tellin'
me
all
of
his
secrets,
confessing
to
me
that
he
don't
want
nobody
I
break
these
niggas
down
like
hoes
You
fuckin'
with
a
vet,
true
pimp,
I
suppose
I
don't
love
these
niggas,
and
that's
some
wine
and
toast
And
now
I
never
let
a
nigga
get
too
close
She
body
the
body
(Body
the
body,
body
to
body)
And
she
'bout
it,
'bout
it
('Bout
it,
'bout
it,
'bout
it,
'bout
it)
She
like
to
get
lit,
better
ask
about
it
('Bout
it,
she
like
to
get
lit)
She
my
little
situation-situation
Situation,
she
my
little
situation-situation
She
like
to
get
lit
(Like
to
get
lit),
pour
up
a
mix
(Pour
up
a
mix)
Ice
up
her
wrist
Play
with
her,
make
a
nigga
come
off
the
hip
My
body
all
over
you
body
You
body,
all
over
my
body,
baby
Never
been
much
of
a
lover
boy,
I
never
got
that
far
But
bae,
you
been
touchin'
my
heart,
and
pimpin'
ain't
a
contact
sport
We
body
the
body,
kind
of
bionic
Me
and
your
body,
that's
modern
day
science
Me
and
that
cat,
that's
tigers
and
lions
I
give
you
brain
like
Johnny
Mnemonic
You
know
your
body
looks
good,
got
my
nerves,
babe
I
beat
it
up
like
a
stepdad
You
say
you
ride
a
nigga's
face
like
first
class
I
let
you
ride
myself,
know
you
get
jet
lag
Oh
but
you
gon'
ride
this
dick
like
a
S
class
You
ride
this
dick
like
it's
at
Six
Flags
You
ride
this
dick
like
you
in
spin
class
You
ride
this
dick
like
it
got
temp
tags
You
swallow
dick
like
it
was
SlimFast
You
monkey'd
on
that
dick,
the
chimp
dance
Don't
worry
about
if
I
come
fast
It's
gon'
jump
right
back
up,
I'm
a
young
man
It's
gon'
jump
right
back
up,
do
the
jump
man
(Jump
man)
Jumpman,
jumpman,
jumpman
And
Trina
your
body's
not
like
anybody's
If
that
was
my
body,
I'd
body
that
body
Still
could
get
bodied
(Get
bodied)
I
body
that
body
(That
body)
I
body
that
body
(That
body)
You
ain't
gotta
tell
nobody,
like
fuck
everybody
(Everybody)
Yeah,
so
fuck
everybody
(Everybody)
This
my
'lil
situation
so
fuck
everybody
(Everybody)
All
over
your
body
baby
Your
body
all
over
my
body,
baby
(Babe)
Lil'
Tunechi
just
bodied
Just
bodied
the
body
(The
body)
Just
bodied
the
body
(The
body)
Bodied
the
body
1 BAPS
2 Mama
3 If It Ain't Me
4 Water
5 Situation
6 New Thang
7 Get Money
8 Get Money
9 Can I Live
10 Fuck Boy - Remix
11 For You
12 Intro
13 Photo
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