Sterling Simms - Make You Somebody Lyrics
I say what’s up where that itYou gonna work your body,Imma throw out these tips,Imma make you somebody.Let me call you my *****,Let me call you my *****,Can I call you my *****?I say what’s up where that itYou gonna work your body,Imma throw out these tips,Imma make you somebody.Let me call you my *****,Let me call you my *****,Can I call you my *****?You know when is us, you can smell the grape dutch in the air.Got a fist full of 20’s, don’t be a dummy, girl, bring that over here.Say, don’t be acting bougie about it, like you were buff,You know I’m not your groupie you’re trying to fall in love.Take a couple shots, girl, get ready,Turn around, let me see your body back.Imma catch you up on your rear.Yeah, tonight I’m gonna make you somebody, yeahTonight I’m gonna make you somebody, baby.I say what’s up where that itYou gonna work your body,Imma throw out these tips,Imma make you somebody.Let me call you my *****,Let me call you my *****,Can I call you my *****?I say what’s up where that itYou gonna work your body,Imma throw out these tips,Imma make you somebody.Let me call you my *****,Let me call you my *****,Can I call you my *****?Shawty wanna be famous, ass so big, put her on my A list,And I land her like achus, she next to me like a neighborI start her down at her ankles, I moved up to her naval,My next move is fatal, one leg on the bed, other on the tableIt’s going down like escalator, Ben Franklin and the twenty separate,Trying to get her body *****, *****, y’all no country septedI roll like that, show y’all something, you ain’t even ever sound like thatBow like that, ***** you, girl, and the ***** good, we hit the mall like that.Got a whole lot of honeys and a thousand in my pocket right now, right nowCan I make you an offer? How much gonna cost it to take you down?I got it, you know it, let me catch you out here, hold it.Speed game so tight, think I wrote this,Baby, let’s move forward, get focused.Don’t tell your momma that you’re *****ing with a brother, I already got artist gold shitTry to be locate, ‘cause your favorite rap ***** try to blow me.Roll in, Rolex, relax, as she just gave me head in the front seat.Dog tense, so they don’t see, skid it out slowly, eyes that know me.I say what’s up where that itYou gonna work your body,Imma throw out these tips,Imma make you somebody.Let me call you my *****,Let me call you my *****,Can I call you my *****?I wanna make you somebody, girl.
