Artist: Wale f/ Jeremih
Album:  The Album About Nothing
Song:   The Body
Typed by: Cedmaster3K

[Chorus 2X: Jeremih] 
Baby you got a body like a Benz
And I'm just tryin' to drive it once again

[Wale]
And I don't mean no disrespect by it
I just wanna be provided by the flyest
Lemme me talk to ya...

Shawty can I fill your tank? Yeah (tank, yeah - yeah)
I start off with that "What you drinkin'?" (Drinkin' - yeah)
Pardon if I'm road ragin' (ragin' - vrooom!)
But I know you heard my drive is crazy (crazy - get 'em Ralph's)
Uh, yeah, let me place that with some patience
let me do it 'til I fill every void (aww yeah)
You're like a Maybach, thinkin' damn
they don't even make 'em like you no more (aww yeah)
It's like a high beam gleamin' through your eye (bling)
I adore you up, baby suicide
A little wordplay, I'm hopin' I can make you smile
least until I'm out of line like a DUI
Girl you remind me of my Jeep (my Jeep)
can I see what's up with that G-Wagon?
Can I take you off of these streets (you and me)
to the side of me? I'm tryin' to see your hazards
Tryin' to be with the baddest, won't be the fastest
gotta make it last, I hope you comfortable
I need to get to you, you're like a 62
a little work, then it's curtains when I'm SKRRT-in' through
Came through in the brew, trying to leave in the coupe
that mean I gots a few, but I believe in you
Tryin' to chase the cat, know I'm killin' the dog
you ain't feeling me naw, that mean I don't need the roof
(You remind me of my Jeep) I wanna ride it (Wal')
(You something like my car - Wal')
I got the keys to them, I need the keys to you, through

[Interlude: Jeremih]
You put on a show, you don't need no clothes
Give me little bit more, always take it slow
I know you don't wanna stop, I'm tryin' to make it go (Tryin' to make it go)
Now speed it up like a Maserati, and look at me and pose

[Chorus] 

[Wale]
It wouldn't be right if it wasn't poetic
Hehehe, let's get it

A good woman is scarce to us, and I wasn't prepared to love
And it sound crazy, but your miles crazy
I'm just here cause your character good (truth be told)
A good nigga is rare to her (truth be told)
you heard it all but hear this love (uhh)
One night with dude, I be the reason you cool
so let me know am I clear enough (yeah, whassup)
Way I, way I, that's the way I think (yeah)
shawty straight like a concert on Bayon Street (stuntin')
In the morning I slide over, she needs a ride
I'm like "Hah, child, let's keep it AMG" (hmm)
Slidin' down, precipitatin' is straight (wet)
top down, let me kiss your physique (bet)
I'm diggin' your flee, I'm checkin' your gear
can tell you had a good year, spent a grip on your feet
She like when I drive it, I like it in park
pull that thing over you likely to soar
I got her floatin' like ridin' on stars (ha)
so I keep it GPS, see where this going (yeah)
Nothing will stop it, I slide in no problem (no)
ch-ch-chop it, my swipe your parts (uhh)
Sections her weapon, my snake in her garden (ooooh)
so know when I'm not here the viper is on

[Interlude] + [Chorus] 

[Chorus] - sung by autotuned voice