Beans & Rice

Lyrics

All thick girls report to the dance floor
 Right motherfucking now, ya heard me
 It's about to go down, yeah you come here
 Uh, uh, uh (where them P-Poppers at)
 Come here, uh, uh (where them P-Poppers at)
 Yeah you, uh, uh (where them P-Poppers at)
 Yeah you, uh (where they at)
 Come here baby, you about to give me a seis-a
 Tell me the secret, what your mama feed ya
 Cause you super thick, with your Godly features
 Hop up in the Benz, boo tonight I need ya
 Bow legged broad, said her name Kadisha
 She said she don't play, she guaranteed to please ya
 I said with all that ass, baby I believe ya
 But after I smash, I'ma catch amnesia
 Took her to the room, it was on and popping
 Because her jaws was locked, and then her drawas was dropping
 When I smacked her on her ass, it was soft like cotton
 She had the nice double D's, when she took off her topping
 Then she got low, took it to the flo'
 Asked, (how you wanna see me shake it Lil' O)
 I said you a pro, act like you know
 Make them cheeks jiggle like Jello, whoa
 The way you shake that thing, girl you sure look nice
 You won't play games, boo you cold as ice
 Them hips super thick, and that ass is right
 You must of been raised, on red beans and rice
 Caught her at the club, she was turning heads
 Big butt thick thighs, like turkey legs
 On the dance floor, go ahead and twerk it red
 Cute face no waste, we gon hurt the bed
 Word was said, mama use to flirt with Fred
 Some big baller cat, with birds and bread
 He only messed with dime pieces, and thorough-breads
 He caught a case out of state, man I heard he's FED
 Now she in the club, looking for a brand new playa
 And you know I'm looking clean, in my brand new Gators
 My whole entourage thick, any man would hate us
 Broads love us, any woman would date us
 But I'm, choosing you
 Cause with all that ass baby, you's a fool
 We can go to the crib, and do the do
 Or strip butt naked, jump into the pool
 And get all wet, come on
 Now I don't trick (straight up)
 But girl you thick (fa real)
 You gon make, me do it (weeell)
 Hey fuck it I'm a baller, I'll get you a 'fit
 But only cause you thick, and your rump's on fire
 Look like you been, eating Jumbalaya
 You can lick me down, till your tongue get tired
 Then have hot sex, till your buns perspire
 Whoa, baby when the last time you did it
 Cause you looking like, you need a real nigga to hit it
 We ain't gotta play games, if you with it I'm with it
 If you see it and you want it, baby go on and get it
 Cause I got a freaky fetish, I like pulling on hair
 With your t-shirt on, no underwear
 Got your shirt lifted up, now your bumper's clear
 Got the room sounding like, it's thunder there, let's go
 Looord, say boo
 What is your mama feeding you
 Girl you on fire, ya heard me
 Lil' O said you was a hot girl
 But you need to stop girl
 Girl you is thick, ha-ha-ha, man
 Off the chain ya heard me
 Love the way you shake it girl

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Duration
03:57
Key
1
Tempo
140 BPM

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