Focused On You

Album: Cuffin Season (2014)
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  • This gon' be your favorite song

    It's a whole 'lotta chicks in the living room, gettin' it on
    They ain't leaving till 6 in the mornin'
    I've been tryin to tell em, "leave me alone"
    They've been twerkin', it ain't workin'
    I've been curvin' cause I'm focused on you
    I'm tryin' to get you back to the telle
    Tryna be your man if you let me
    Baby girl your so thick and your love's so sweet
    I just wanna taste your peanut butter jelly

    While I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uh, on your body-ody-ody
    While I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uh, oochie wally, wally, wally
    You lookin' dangerous
    I want you and it's obvious
    We could me makin' crazy love
    Whole world gon' be hatin' us
    (Why they hatin?)
    While I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, on your body-ody-ody
    While I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, oochie wally, wally, wally

    Oochie wally, let me gon' and get it started
    Lookin' like a molly dressed in Cavalli
    Everything I do, it got gold on it
    I just ate a 300 dollar hamburger
    Change over to the lane that the game over
    At the shoe range, paper rain, costs a Range Rover
    Do my thang for the pooty tang, and the suit matches
    Superman grabbin' Lois Lane on the booty
    Told you from the jump, don't jump to conclusions
    If you want a [?] put some sand on your booty
    Used to have a [?] up a man on the booty
    I covered it up, with my hand on my booty

    Let me feel up on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, on your body-ody-ody
    Let me feel up on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, oochie wally, wally, wally
    You lookin' dangerous
    I want you and it's obvious
    We could me makin' crazy love
    Whole world gon' be hatin' us
    (Why they hatin?)
    'Cause I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, on your body-ody-ody
    'Cause I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, oochie wally, wally, wally

    I really really really wanna work your body
    I really wanna make you scream and shout
    I really really wanna give it to you
    I really really wanna turn you out
    I really really really wanna work your body
    I really wanna make you scream and shout
    I really wanna hear you call me papi
    I really really wanna turn you out

    Let me feel up on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, on your body-ody-ody
    Let me feel up on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, oochie wally, wally, wally
    You lookin' dangerous
    I want you and it's obvious
    We could me makin' crazy love
    Whole world gon' be hatin' us
    (Why they hatin?)
    'Cause I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, on your body-ody-ody
    'Cause I'm feeling on your body-ody-ody
    Uhh, oochie wally, wally, wally Writer/s: DERNST EMILE, DIDIER MALHERBE, ERIC BELLINGER, SHELDON J. MURPHY, TAUHEED EPPS
    Publisher: BMG Rights Management, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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