Just A Lil' Thick
For all my gorgeous, healthy, sisters all around the world
I'm talkin' the 175 and up club
The we cook good, we eat good, we look good
She ain't fat bruh, she ain't
She ain't fat bruh, she ain't
She ain't fat bruh, she ain't
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
I'm talkin' cook, clean, kids, man and swallow the dick
You never see a big ho beggin' for shit
And if you fuck her good she might buy you a whip
And if you say you love her she might pay the rent
You know I'm from Atlanta, home of Georgia peaches
Cornbread booties fill up the bleachers
I wanna kick, back up, slap, drop in her pussy
Big girl a freak, man you know that she's with me
On fleek, pretty teeth, bitch fuck being skinny
And if your nigga ain't with it then fuck being with him
And if your nigga can't hit it then hit up a nigga
I be off in that pussy like OOOH!
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
She just had a baby and she gained a little weight (Damn straight!)
Bye-bye size 6, 7, and 8
Hopin' her small ass and little titties is out the gate
I'm seein' her later on and she know that I'm bringin' a plate
Fuck a water and a salad (Get that shit outta here)
My baby say she need somethin' on her palate
Shit you should see the way she straddle it
She deserve Texas Roadhouse, fuck Rally's
Yeah she might be a little round
But she look just like Beyonce laying down
When she bend over it's a full moon
Say girl you gon' fuck around and turn a nigga into a werewolf
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
Lil mama got a body like the guy who got Bin Laden
Fetti on her like a party
Dancer hotter than wasabi
Got me lookin' at the bombs, titties on the Nagasaki
Gotta drop it, kamikaze
Magic city, call me Copperfield
(Woah, Woah, Woah)
Booty flappin' like it wasn't nothin' to a ho'
This bitch named Delicious then cook up an interest
I put in some wings and then tried to envision
How my dick would fit up in the pussy from the back
Over here just doin' math
I'mma need Ike Newton, Kama Sutra, Martin Luther King Jr
For that booty, I can dream
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
She ain't fat bruh, she's just a lil thick
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
Anything the slim hoes can do, she can do it better
Big mama, big mama, big mama, ohh big mama
Big mama, big mama, big mama, ohh big mama
Big mama, big mama, big mama, ohh big mama
Bitch get off my foot
Songwriters: David Burd / Michael Tyler / Nicholas Williams