| Lord look come in here that girls a** is as big as a Buick
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| I want you to look, girl, look at that
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| Coach bag, she ain’t got now f****n' Coach bag you
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| You know d**n well that came from Troy day, you know it did
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| She got that hair so stacked up
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| I reckon she thinks the high it is the closer to Heaven
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| She gon' need Heaven, she gon' need some Jesus in her life
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| Comin' in here doin' that Tennessee walk
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| Ain’t nobody got time to look at that girl
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| I like big butts and I cannot lie
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| You other brothers can’t deny
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| When a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist
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| And a round thing up in your face, you get sprung
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| You know you wanna pull up tough
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| 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
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| Deep in the jeans that she’s wearin'
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| I’m hooked and I can’t stop starin'
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| I like big butts and I cannot lie
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| Oh, you other brothers can’t deny
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| When a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist
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| And a round thing up in your face, you get sprung
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| Why she, that girl got a wide load, haha
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| Somebody been gettin' them beans and taters on time ain’t they
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| I’m gon' take and run, that-that little lady right there
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| Been pushin' people from the table since she was early age
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| I like big butts and I cannot lie
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| Oh, you other brothers can’t deny
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| When a girl walks in with an itty-bitty waist
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| And a round thing up in your face, you get sprung
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| Oh baby got back
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
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| God d**n girl didn’t even look in a mirror before she left the house
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| Either that or she has some mean a** friends
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| 'Cause ain’t none of them tellin' the truth
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| Ain’t none of them tellin' her the truth
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| Oh hey, here she comes
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| Hey girl how you doin' baby?
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| It’s so nice to, honey I love that purse
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| I do and them jeans look good on you
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| Yes, lookin' good, lookin' like a million dollars
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| You didn’t go to Walmart for that hair cut
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| I can tell you right now you sure didn’t
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| Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, that’s what I’m talkin' 'bout baby
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| You come in here and look good
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| Them jeans fittin' real nice baby
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| Lord it’s good seein' you too huh have a good’n
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| Alright now, bye bye
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| I still think she looks like a sl** |