Pecs Abs Arms
Pecs Abs Arms by Manatomy is a cheeky, high-energy track with a country edge and a club-ready bounce. It’s built for big hooks, big confidence, and a “turn it up again” replay feel. If you landed here from search, you’re in the right place. The Pecs Abs Arms lyrics are kept together below, so you can find your favourite lines fast.
This Manatomy Mixtape Vol.1 track moves quickly and stays hook-first. First, the chorus lands early. Then it comes back with clean repetition, so the key phrases stick. That also helps lyric searches match what listeners expect.
For trust signals (and the official version), this page keeps everything in one spot. You’ll find the streaming links, the YouTube embed, the ISRC (QZZ7N2506048), and the technical notes.
Listen on:
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/track/6i9Y1hpErtrhzAWnZ5dHDO\
Apple Music: https://music.apple.com/us/song/pecs-abs-arms/1836610237\
Amazon Music: https://music.amazon.com.au/albums/B0FP4S57GP?marketplaceId=A15PK738MTQHSO&musicTerritory=AU&ref=dm_sh_n8axSJwEQMjHcsuwB6vzOH3Uq&trackAsin=B0FP4RMBW6\
YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/embed/TBMOZMZtGrQ?si=UW1OQloNZGgLjSwQ
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Note: Lyrics below include mature themes and strong language.
Lyrics
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right
Were goin till the morning light
Beer in my hand, hat on my head, eyes on the stud in my bed
Jeans ridin low, heats runnin high, country boy lookin like a midnight ride
Boot heels bang on the hardwood floor, every strokes got me beggin for more
Pecs, abs, arms, fuck, dont blow yet, not late enough
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right
Were goin till the morning light
Shot of jack, bottle wine, slow grind, keepin perfect time
Hands on rope, saddle up slow, ride this cowboy, let it all go
Crowd gets loud when the beat comes down, but Im holdin back
Cause I love that sound
Boot stomp, clap twice, keep that heat, sweat drips down as our bodies meet
Moonshine burn, hearts both race, boy, Im gonna wreck that face
Pecs, abs, arms, fuck, dont blow yet, not late enough
Edge on beat, seconds tick, thinkin bout what youd do with this dick
Boots in the dust, hips swingin right, were goin till the morning light