Testi musica canzoni

Oh, oh, oh my god
Becky, look at her butt

I like big
I like big
I like big butts and I cannot lie
Big butts and I cannot lie
Big butts and I cannot
Butts and I cannot
Butts, butts, butts, butts,
butts and I cannot lie
I like em round and big
I like em round and big
I like em round and big
I like em round and big

Big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung
Wanna pull up tough
Cause you notice that butt was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh, baby I wanna get with ya
And take your picture
My home boys tried to warn me
But that butt you got
Makes me so horny

Ooh, ooh, ooh, rump of smooth skin
You say you wanna get in my Benz
Use me, use me you aint that average groupy

I've seen her dancing
To hell with romancing
She's sweat, wet, got it going like a turbo vette

I'm tired of magazines
Saying flat butts are the thing
Take the average black man and ask him that
She gotta pack much back

So Fellas (yeah) Fellas (yeah)
Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)
Tell them to shake it, (shake it), shake it, (shake it), shake that big old butt

Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
Baby got back
(LA face with the Oakland booty)
(LA face with the Oakland booty)

I like em round and big
And when I'm throwing a gig
I just can't help myself
I'm acting like an animal
Now here's my scandal

I wanna get you home
And UH, double up UH, UH
I aint talkin