Correction Lyrics Real Body by D Smoke

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Keep it up, I can't get enough of you, that's your real body, uh
That's your real body, uh, that's your real body, uh, that's your real body, uh
Keep it up, you won't see enough of me, that's your real body, uh
That's your real body, uh, that's your real body

Told you they only imperfections
That's why when I address you, it's only respect you
Got a story to tell
Every scar, every line on your hips is only hieroglyphs
I'm reading your walls
I'm beating your odds
I couldn't help but notice that little oval-shaped birthmark on your hip
Or that mole located over your lip
I could overdose on you and go comatose and be a few hours late to everywhere I gotta go
You the genuine article
Like a diamond made out of coal
Plus inside, you got a heart of gold
I could try to find every blemish and erase it
But I'd rather trace it
I promise I'm not impatient
Everything but your heart is entirely naked
Got you under a microscope, I'm fully focused
Eliminated all distractions and integrated all our passion, we finally made it
And now for the conversation, listen

Keep it up, I can't get enough of you, that's your real body, uh
That's your real body, uh, that's your real body, uh, that's your real body, uh
Keep it up, you won't see enough of me, that's your real body, uh
That's your real body, uh, that's your real body (That's my real body, yeah)

Thighs mimic strawberries
Ripe for the right picking
Rolls for your Thanksgiving
Full C, nappy, Hi-C drinking
Hit your stroke, boy, and go'n to me
Feel good to have no fear
Love it when you are near
Really, baby, fuck on me
Okay

Keep it up, I can't get enough of you, that's your real body, uh
That's your real body, uh, that's your real body, uh, that's your real body, uh
Keep it up, you won't see enough of me, that's your real body, uh
That's your real body, uh, that's your real body

Ah, ah
Mind if I go again?

I see your stripes and you earned 'em from fluctuation
I can't wait to grip up, that's enough to play with
We gon' knock off that stress, I know how your day went
And I love when you top me
Lookin' down like, "Damn, that shit sloppy"
I'm a nigga, but damn, I be papi
You don't get it, but I talk that shit 'cause you love to hear it
Understand la panocha 'ta abierta
Tiramela pa' 'tras si estaría sé por
Te comeré la caja como un cerdo
Pero I'm a dog, seré tú perro
Supa

I want your real body
This a real body
I want your real body
I want your real body (This a real body)

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