Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Big Booty, artist - Gucci Mane. Album song Trap God Classics: I Am My Only Competition, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Big Booty |
Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at |
He want a flat booty bitch, I'm not with all that |
I got chips for days, and I got whips for weeks |
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks |
It's a block party they did blocked off half the street |
She's a big booty bitch, showing ass and cheeks |
She's a walking bag of money, she's a masterpiece |
So when she running game on ya she's an athlete |
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece |
And every time I get that head she get that bread from me |
Look, big ole ass is heavy |
Shake that shit like jelly |
Put me on yo plate and slurp that shit up like spaghetti |
Make that shit look easy, I ain't trying, I just be me |
I ain't never met a ho I felt like I had to compete with, uh |
This the type of booty make a nigga drop his bitch, wait |
This the type of ass when I get home he washing dishes, uh |
He wanna ride on the horse, he need to give me the keys to a Porsche |
I told him after you finish your dinner |
I cannot let you leave off of the porch |
Boy, let me butter your corn on the cob |
We give each other more neck than the bob |
He like to put a little oil on my ass before he record so I feel like a star, huh |
Rolling like I'm Tina, pussy Aquafina |
Make this booty giggle like you Martin and I'm Gina, hmm |
Put me in designer, uh, let me meet yo mama, uh |
If you got another bitch don't put me in no drama, ah |
Tell the skinny hoes to point me where the thick hoes at |
He want a flat booty bitch, I'm not with all that |
I got chills for days and I got wheels for weeks |
I bring out the fleet and it bring out the freaks |
It's a block party they did blocked off half the street |
She's a big booty bitch, showing ass and cheeks |
She's a walking bag of money, she's a masterpiece |
So when she running game on ya she's an athlete |
Hat trick, gave three hoes three stacks a piece |
And every time I get that head she get that bread from me (It's Gucci!) |