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Artiste:
Calez
Titre:
Thick Girl
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You's a thick girl, I'mma need your number I been high all day, all summer And I'm looking for somebody like you Bend it over, you's a bad momma jumma Girl, I think I gave you love upon your Tumblr I'm the president see through like Obama All I know is counting money, counting commas I wanna spend it but you gotta show me something Gotta Work it, work it Work it, work it How you do that there, you got that from your momma I hope you got no man 'cause I'm not with no drama I know some bad guys with some backings from the Hondas That shit go bang bang, hit the street, it sound like thunder I try to kick it, girl, I'm not your average punner And when it come to get that, girl, I'm a hunter I know they mad, they know I'm 'bout to take you under 'Cause girl, you bad, I know you could be Stevie Wonder We keep it one hundred Hey, she gonna do it for the dollar, she gonna do it for the vine Lost my head and I lost my mind 'Cause you moving that ass like you got no spine We gonna lose that blouse, we gonna lose your jeans We gonna lose ourselves, shit, we gonna lose time We gonna lose everything for the next few hours You gonna lose yourself and I'm gonna lose mine Ah, shit, here I come, hit her from the back, make her run See through on the track, that's no pun I done made the beat, hit me on the drums Give me all the sun, you would not lose I won't leave on the rap but I got two 2080 Gang, still the same shit, we want you, that girl that you came with So grind there Work it, work it Work it, work it You's a thick girl, I'mma need your number I been high all day, all summer And I'm looking for somebody like you Bend it over, you's a bad momma jumma Girl, I think I gave you love upon your Tumblr I'm the president see through like Obama All I know is counting money, counting commas I wanna spend it but you gotta show me something You gotta