(CHORUS)X 2

Whacha doin girl wit all dat (ooh nuttin)

What's all that pokin from the back (ooh nuttin)

Whacha got goin over there (ooh nuttin)

What's all dat makem stop and stare (ooh nuttin)



You can call me gold mouth, that's what I said

Hey baby you gon eat your CORNBREAD!

Cuz it look like to me that cha did already

Wit some nice butter rolls voodoo spaghetti

Already got me hypnotized under a spell

Walkin by lookin at da whale on dat tale

Can't tell ye ain't fine wit dat big ole hump

Girlfriend you got mega junk in dat trunk

I beez on these big booty galz that our stouter

Then the couchi hole, let her know I'ma bout her

Damn meal chicken cause she kickin while I doubter

I ain't being mean but her pockets on the droughta

Sippin on dis lean got my dick on some ?

You can get sprung off dis like some powder

Oops wrong hole what she said in the shower

Already hit the booty hole for an hour



CHORUS X 2



Ring around the rosie, pocket fulla posie

Mind full of numbers make these bitches wonder

Let's go smoke an ounce up, maybe tear da house up

Gripp on her ass cause this lads got a big butt

She can make ya touch ground, she can make ya bounce round

She could pack it up make a killin in another town

Shake junt staring, I don't mean no harmin

Call me Mr. Whipple cause I wanna squeeze the Charmin

Rubbbin on her back as I suck on her NIPPLE!

Mane dis gal stacked but cheeks like a HIPPO!

Jimmy crack corn Im gon bust on her LIPPO!

Jimmy in my cup my nig take a SIPPO!

Down by da benz so her cheese gonna FLIPPO!

Left the hotel with a limp like a CRIPPLE!

Pretty like highs and her smile had a DIMPLE!

Make her twat hot like a bust on a PIMPLE!



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