DJ Chose and BeatKing - THICK

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)

What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh
Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)
I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)
'Cause she thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she make me stutter
And her friends
They thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-, fuck, I want all of 'em

Yeah, runnin' 'round the trap right now
With a hundred bands on me, I be lookin' like a brick, yeah
Ring around the rosie, I been ridin' with the 40
If you play, you gon' feel that stick, yeah
Pull up to the red light, shawty walk by
Lookin' good, shawty lookin like a lick, uh
Ass in the back like a cake
With the ice cream shake, banana split
Pull up to the light and I told her whoop-whoop
Pull over, that ass too fat
Tell your boyfriend you don't want him no more
You done found you a-, with some racks (a gentleman, hmm)
Open your door (hmm)
Take you to the store (hmm)
Let you buy what you want (hmm), yeah
I like NeNe 'cause she bad
I like Tay, she got that ass
I like Neisha, she got cash
We go out, sometimes she spazz

(What's up though? You know, like)
(What's up wit' all y'all? Like)
(Some of y'all, one of y'all)
(One of y'all at least)

What's up, Bri? (What's up, Bri?)
What's up, Ki? (Ayy, Ki)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh
Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)
I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)
'Cause she thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she make me stutter
And her friends
They thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (ooh)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (ooh)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-, fuck, I want all of 'em (man, BeatKing)

What's up, Shay? What's up, Lynn?
I hit it raw, she see me in public like, "What's up, friend?"
She talk too much, but I still hit
'Cause she a fool on that d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-dick
Pop that ass, throw it
Kill the pussy, COVID
Spread them legs, don't close it
I'm not lame, I'll never expose ya, huh
Just had a baby, tryna cut the lights out
Bitch, fuck them stretch marks, bend it over right now
What's up, T?
You smash my partner, you can't start a relationship with me
Club Godzilla, I can't smash no duck for free
Get that bread, get that head
Then leave, where my keys?

What's up, Bri? (Hold up, bitch)
What's up, Ki? (Club God)
What's up, Lisa?
Damn, I want all three (come here), ooh
Ashley (ayy), ooh, Ashley (ayy)
I get hard when she walk past me (look at that ass)
'Cause she thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thick, she make me stutter
And her friends
They thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-thi-thick (thick)
Thi-thi-thi-thi-, fuck, I want all of 'em

(Ain't that DJ Chose over there?)
(Look like DJ Chose)

Written by:
Norman Payne, Justin Riley

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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