SEYVEN - Out My Body Lyrics

Yeah, white on white, yeah, yeah, woah
White on white, this not no rental I just, yeah
He did some lame shit, we can't forgive him
Turn me up a little, yeah, yeah, just a little
F*cked on her, she caught the rhythm, yeah, yeah
Couldn't be no second fiddle
Guess who got that dog in her
Stack that money to the ceiling
She know I'm a born sinner
She know I got eyes for hoes out in California
Meet me at the Masi, baby
I'ma drop a couple hundred
She told me to leave it in
But baby, ain't no sperm donor
They can never son a nigga
No, I ain't got no big homie
This shit came with benefits
I said it'll be a long summer
Wrecking up the SkyMob
Stepped out in them Yeezy Runners
Go, go, go, go, go, go, Trouble Boy
Some shit I just can't avoid
I might have to f*cking do it
Hoes in that black truck go crazy
Keep a 10 around me, it's entertaining
In this bitch, I got a 99 rating
Might f*ck up on this bitch if he start hating, yea
We going Mach 10
We got options
Yeah, I'm out my body
They better call somebody
Huh, yeah, huh
Random shopping spree
What you want
Girl, I'm an anomaly
Yeah, I'm all alone
Yeah, I just dropped my hoe
I'm trying to take you home
Got mine on my body
Like I'm walking in Milan
Huh, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just booked my flight
Damn, I love my life
I tell you the truth
And I tell a lie
Birthday on the 9th
Know it's on my mind
Know I'm on that time
Know it's on the line
F*ck it, we can run it up
F*ck it, we can swipe
I just dipped off in the forest
For some peace of mind
She don't have my life
I ain't living right
Any bitches get to choosing
I might have to bite
I might have to see you through
I might take your advice
I could never be a fool
Now I can't fly
I be hearing what they saying
Through the grapevine
Whoa, out of my body
Better call somebody
She been acting naughty
She not law about it
She tryna run my pockets
I can't beef about it
I gotta watch my back
I'm not just anybody
Yeah, whoa
White on white this not no rental
I just, yeah
He did some lame shit
We can't forgive him
Uh, turn me up a little
Yeah, yeah
Just a little
F*cked on her
She caught the rhythm
Yeah, yeah
Couldn't be no second fiddle
Guess you got that dog in her
Stack that that money to the ceiling
She know I'm a born sinner
She know I got eyes for her
Hoes out in California
Meet me at the Masi, baby
I'ma drop a couple hundred
She told me to leave it in
But baby, ain't no sperm donor
They can never son a nigga
No, I don't got no big homie
This shit came with benefits
I said it'll be a long summer
Wrecking up them SkyMiles
Stepped out in them Yeezy Runners
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Trouble, boy
Some shit I just can't avoid
I might have to f*cking do it
Hoes in that black truck
Go crazy
Keep a 10 around me
It's entertaining
In this bitch, I got a 99 rating
Might f*ck up on this bitch
If he start hating, yeah
We going Mach 10
We got options
Yeah, I'm out my body
They better call somebody