Lyrics Dem Cakes Tho - Todrick Hall

Dem Cakes Tho

Where them girls, where them girls
Where them girls with the cakes
Where them boys, where them boys at
Cause Toddy want a taste
If you know that booty supple
Put that bubble in my face
Yeah, yeah, I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though
Yo, this is an open-call audition
For the world’s greatest bubble butt
If your booty is missin'
Then be gone, you ain’t make the cut
We lookin' for some spectacular
Them booty oughta know how fat you were
Stop, look back at her
Now wait for that beat to get ratchet-er
Ow, you mad, huh?
Cause it’s a hot wreck
Got these booties, booties
Bouncin' like a hot check
Spread them cheeks
Bring 'em back
That’s a reunion
Her booty don’t sag
But she in the booty union
Callin' all booties to the dance
To the dance floor
Look, Mama, I’m poppin' with no hands
With no hands, yo
Booty up in the air
We don’t care if the bass low
I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though
I’m the big booty police and I said
Pull over, over, over, over
That booty disturbin' the peace and I said
Get lower, lower, lower, lower
All these sideshow freaks
Why the fuck you need the red box
That booty is the star
You need to get that thing some headshots
You an acro-butt
I think that’s what they call that
If you give me your number
You might get a booty-callback
And if they think we’re too weird
They can bite us
I know she got a beard
But the cakes' got elephantitis
Callin' all booties to the dance
To the dance floor
Look, Mama, I’m poppin' with no hands
With no hands, yo
Booty up in the air
We don’t care if the bass low
I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though
Callin' all booties to the dance
To the dance floor
Look, Mama, I’m poppin' with no hands
With no hands, yo
Booty up in the air
We don’t care if the bass low
I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
Have them cakes, though
I’m ready for the cake show
You gotta have them cakes, though