Come on babe, I’m about to put it down And all that ass Go ahead and lock the door, you’re about to work it out And all that ass Won’t you lead me to your whoopee spot? Oh it don’t make no sense all of that ass you got ‘Cause I done called it too that you see booty flu With all that ass
Oh baby all that ass
(Whip whip) Whip your hair in those stiletto heels And all that ass I’m about to dress you up in hundred dollar bills And all that ass Driving me crazy baby don’t you pump the brakes You better call the cops, I’m about to steal the cakes On all the evidence they got my fingerprints On all that ass
Oh baby all that ass
Yo, yo, you so badonk-a-donk-a-licious That booty’s so ridiculous Make it clap, clap, while I tap, tap Then snap a couple pictures Oh-oh Toddy in trouble I think my heart done got all lost up in the bubble Yup, yup, baby can you make that fatty jiggle Turn around and make that wagon wiggle Slipping funs all in the buns Y’all about to make old Toddy giggle Hee hee hee Make it dirty, I make it rain green Thirty under thirty, Forbes magazine Come to the back of my car c-car-car Baby voulez-vous coucher avec moi m-moi-moi That booty is a beast and I like the way your back arcs If you want a piece, it ain’t even got no stretch marks
No stretch marks, no stretch marks If you want a piece, it ain’t even got no stretch marks No stretch marks, no stretch marks If you want a piece, it ain’t even got no stretch marks
Come on baby, won’t you grind on me? And all that ass I’ll use my telephone and call a friend or three And all that ass Come on baby what you waiting for? Make it clap, clap, tap, like they ain’t [?] But baby twerk it hard, hope you take debit cards For all that ass Oh baby, all that ass Baby, all that ass
No stretch marks, no stretch marks If you want a piece, it ain’t even got no stretch marks