Feelin’ On My Body Lyrics – Taffy | Pluto
Feeling On My Body Lyrics
Verse 1 Feelin’ on my body while he rub up on my titties. Call me mrs. taffy baby, he show up and get the business. I ain’t nicki minaj, but i make his bed rock. And he be drillin’ on my body and i knock up off his socks. I bend over, he throw dollars and i make this ass rumble. I be shakin’ left to right, so you know that nigga fumble.
Pre-Chorus Swear i hate a broke ho, swear all they do is mumble. When i run up in her shit, she don’t do shit but call her mama. If i give you a chance, is you gon’ take it? When taffy hit the stage, she know them pockets, i’ma break ’em.
Chorus I got the crowd goin’ crazy, screamin’, “taffy baby”. I’m shakin’ ass, damn, taffy baby, taffy baby. But all i know is hit ’em with that flex. Hit ’em with that flex, your nigga is next. Bitch, he cuttin’ checks, that’s why you be stressed. Hos lookin’ hella pressed, messy in they fits. Damn, they cheap as shit, line them hos up like they takin’ flicks.
Verse 2 Thug your nigga out, you gotta know i love a eater. Pillow talkin’ to these hos, she wanna beef, but i’ma feed her. And i never need a nig’, get what i want straight to the neck. When i push up, come correct or watch me hit ’em with that flex. Hit ’em with that flex, hit ’em with that flex. Hit ’em with that, hit ’em with that.
Bridge We on that bangin’ down your door. And i told you, “come correct,” now we at your neck. E-way slidin’, e-way doin’ the dash. And you know we up the score. Taffy poppin’, shakin’, twerkin’, the beat knock taffy twirl.
Hook (repeated) This the bad bitch link up from taffy land to pluto world. This the bad bitch link up from taffy land to pluto world. This the bad bitch link up from taffy land to pluto world.
Verse 3 When i pop out, hide your ho, nigga. I’m so flexed up in this bitch, i pulled the muscle, hit ’em. I’m so flexed up, spinnin’ the benz, i damn near bent the rim. Polar drip, can’t catch a flick, taffy froze up the lens. I got the whole world shakin’, even asians and i persuade ’em. I love me some miss asia, that’s my dog, ain’t no debatin’. Taffy skin tone proper and his pockets that i’m just choppin’. Bitch, i flip shit, julia walker. Taffy the element, fuck copper, mm. Bitch, i’m nutritious, lit, delicious. One hit of this taffy, he get to shakin’ and scratchin’ and itchin’. Taffy is his fetish, so he come off that fetti. Got my hotties super ready, ready to get it on in a second.
Chorus (outro) So i hit ’em with that flex. Hit ’em with that flex, your nigga is next. Bitch, he cuttin’ checks, that’s why you be stressed. Hos lookin’ hella pressed, messy in they fits. Damn, they cheap as shit, line them hos up like they takin’ flicks (whoo-ooh).