TREY CHOPS - Dress Size 13

Fronting, niggas only want to know one thing
TREY CHOPS, can you get some money and grow dreadlocks
28, Must reciprocate, on the first date, both boos
I'm about to kick them in some new shoes
Fast living with the fat women, scale tipping
Lotta lumps to love, it's like some braille, isn't it (Aye)
I got you salad with some kale trimmings
All these chunky hoes, I'm about to dance with 'em, and then I'm pantsing 'em
The way that booty wiggles back and forth
You fart up on my dick and laugh it off, and then I buy you dinner
You know you fucking with a winner
I put my face between them cheeks and then I go uh, on simmer (Aye)
Wait, bring a plump friend, with a plump end, if that booty fake I get to running, oh
Feels like I'm slapping on rubber
Got more rug burn than a fat kid in the summer, god damn
Dress size 13, don't you, don't you like what you see
Don't you like what you see, don't you like what you see
Dress size 13, don't you, don't you like what you see
Don't you like what you see, don't you like what you see
Oh yeah, don't mind the nonsense, slurp that hose at a brothers apartment
You got curves, 'bout to make that purr, I just do not know what your angle is though
C-H-N-U-K-Y, but no K-Y, them freaky bitches say go dry
And I say one thing back, that's somebody call my doctor, please
300 Be the weight limit, you scared of that big butt, but I vanquish it
(Choking sounds) Yeah I choke on clits, absurd stuff like a white teen dope as bricks
No, never, ain't nobody hearing me, pussy is a pussy, so I wear it like a wedding ring
Always talk about celebrities like they ain't seen a dirty flick
A dozen dirty dicks, Adele is pretty thick
Fuck that, skinny bitches right to the back, your ass still sag and your rack look flat
Your breath smell like garlic, you acting retarded, so get the fuck off of my plane
I'm a pro when it comes to them thick gals
Take 20 minutes and I listen to her belly sounds
Another round, dick her booty down
And then we go to Popeye's for some dinner, can you dig it
Dress size 13, don't you, don't you like what you see
Don't you like what you see, don't you like what you see
Dress size 13, don't you, don't you like what you see
Don't you like what you see, don't you like what you see
Oh yeah, don't mind the nonsense, slurp that hose at a brothers apartment
You got curves, 'bout to make that purr, I just do not know what your angle is though
C-H-N-U-K-Y, but no K-Y, them freaky bitches say go dry
And I say one thing back, that's somebody call my doctor, please

Written by:
Trey Charles

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