| Big booty ho
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| (I need that)
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| Big booty, big booty ho
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| (On my lap)
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| Big booty, big booty ho
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| Big booty, big booty ho
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| Big booty, big booty ho
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| (I need that)
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| Big booty, big booty ho
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| (On my lap)
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| Big booty, big booty ho
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| Big booty, big booty hoes
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| Hump with it
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| Keep it on the low, that’s something you gotta know
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| If them two chicks had a name, it must be Duece Bigalow
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| It must be too official, you used to gettin' your way with niggas you know
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| (In the Booty club its snowing, in the booty club its snowing ohh Lord)
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| I’m rippin' my tab, I’m yellin' it loud, that’s how we get down
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| They breakin' it down, all that dough on the ground, got us shakin' it now
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| They know we around, just me and my rounds, I be makin' my rounds
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| Get game from a stripper I know all about it
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| Stuck in the them bands they don’t fit in no wallet
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| They mad at her, this fantastic, I’m mad happy, she poppin'
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| She poppin', hell yeah she poppin'
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| She kill her cheese before she leave, them bands ain’t no for no college
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| For them dollas, how much you wanna bet that she givin' up knowledge
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| Drop it
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| She got ass, she got ass
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| I need that, on my lap
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| Run it quick, I might let you hold me stacks
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| And it go like that, you better know that stack
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| Quick fast, never slow, bust it open for the realest clique you know
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| You ain’t fast, never slow, bust it open for the realest clique you know
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| Quick fast, never slow, bust it open for the realest clique you know
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| Quick fast, never slow, bust it open
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| A fresh nigga just walked in, act like it, act like it, yeah yeah, act like it
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| A fresh nigga just walked in, act like it
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| It’s time to relieve how stressed I am
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| I ain’t gon' talk about how West I am
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| I ain’t gon' talk about how fresh I am
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| Fuck am I kiddin' nigga, yes I am
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| Nigga that’s the reason she shakin'
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| Friends tryin' to guess how much money I’m makin'
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| Dreads on my back now she think I’m Jamaican
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| Whatever, whenever, just do it naked
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| White girls they love me
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| Step up in this thing like fuck it
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| Ain’t worried about no budgets
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| Just throw as soon as you touch it
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| And whenever she shake it I smack it and laugh
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| Then leave hella drunk out the back of the cab
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| Higher, higher, dab after dab
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| And swipin' our cards on the crack of that ass
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| How you fit that in that denim?
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| I must say that I love lookin' from the outside but lord knows that I want to
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| be in 'em
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| That ass is too fat to a personal tailor in London is right where you send 'em,
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| huh
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| To get stitched and sew’d girl u winnin'
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| Commitin' adultry in my mind now I’m sinnin'
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| Hold up gimme a minute, start a nigga from the beginnin'
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| So I can say to the whole world I love big booty bitches
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| Animal cruelity how I do that kitten, I’m a grown ass man bitch who you kiddin'?
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| I’m screamin' out B Mac (B Mac)
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| Once we beat 'em they will never get a rematch
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| Throw me the cat, a nigga need that feedback
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| On my lap bitch, that’s right where I need that
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| Small waist, ass fat
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| Look at you with the back tat
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| Let a real nigga tap that |