Lyrics:
her, but I get her when I do.
Let me tell you about a girl I love.
She stay at home cause she hate the club.
Baby but, pretty little features.
I
today, look
Gun on my waist, huh, I bet
I shoot up the place, huh
Or maybe I won't, huh
Bad little bitty, Casamigos and I'm
All in her kidney, huh, huh
I
Louisiana by the old bayou
Everybody grooving on the Zydeco chaud
Little bitty baby and her old grand ma
Digging on the rhythm of the Zydeco song
Come
to me
Lord, I done told ya
Pretty little thing riding by in a champagne Corolla
Asked the boys on the corner
Did they know how many them things you
just so round, it's like, out there, I mean— gross. Look!
She's just so... black!
[Sir Mix-a-Lot]
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers
boots for high heels
And play your little bitty dress up game
This broken world don't owe you a thing
Your old man would be ashamed
If I put you on ice
like out there
I mean gross, look
She's just so, black
I like big butts and I can not lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in
shoot a fake one
I was in the field with you, had investigations
I was down to kill with you 'bout your reputation
Let a little bitty Beretta scream,
With my brothers by my side
A pretty thing on my mind
Sun shining all day long
Brothers take me back home where I belong
You been feelin alone brother
butts and I can not lie (no lie)
You other brothers can't deny (I won't)
When a girl walks in with her itty-bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
other brothers can't deny
When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
When I pull up front
Cuz you notice
Let me see what you about
Ok, I'ma fly you out
Walk your pretty ass in my house
We ain't even gotta fuck on the first night
Baby we can live, yeah, I
gone send you to doctors
Relapse and prescription I go missing
Till I tap out
Let's go the strippy with the sippy
Till I cash out
Lips is looking pretty
Me and brother Bill was goin' a fishin' down to the river one day
Had a can of worms and a willer pole a big can of minners and a lot of sourdough
been a-ridin on the Tennessee stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
hand
I don't understand how these niggas tote pistols but scared to shoot back got damn
This song gone distinguish a little boy from a grown ass man
I
one by one
Troubles fade into the distance
The Doobie Brothers on the radio
Maura reads the weather for ya
Says, "New York City got another three
his ass back
I said I'm not a Doobie Brother, but we do be hip
And there's one thing I dislike when people at a party sit
Now I didn't come here to be
everything they got
When you been through hell expect me to be a little hot
But I don't stop I pull out in an instant
Busting off shots quick to give you
ain't on, I heard stories.
I'll just go ahead and say it, my brother told me,
The dating scene hard out here now in 2023, but anyway,
Created a profile
cold my hard to swallow
Couple brothers passed
That's the reason why I wallow
Feelin' like I'm willow
Really words should help me follow
The bigger me,
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me moving this crack
Gimme a second I swear
I will
posted by this back street
But if they do then I’m running like an athlete
Gingerbread man gotta catch me catch me
Still blowing smoke while they
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