[Rebbeca]
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
Dense like dying stars
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
I can't run real far
Let me break down what I just said
Each of my double D's has the volume of a toddler's head
Not b**hin' bout my b**bies, they look superfly in shirts
But if I swung them in your face, you'd be like, "Oh my God, that hurts!
I'm blind! Holy crap! I literally can't see!
I've permanent retinal damage! I'm suing you and your heavy b**bies!"
Heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
Dense like dying stars
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
They each have their own memoirs
What you gotta know is that b**bs may be where it's at
But if you cut them open, they're just sacks of yellow fat
Stuff falls into my bra. It's a little bit of a drag
But when I go to bed at night, it's like opening a Mary Poppins bag
[Dancers]
Whee! Candies and pennies!
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
Dense like dying stars
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
Don't need an airbag in my car
Here is a list of all of the objects
That I can hold under my b**bs:
Stapler, ten pencils, paperback copy of Arabian Nights
Dog bone, remote control, hardback copy of Wuthering Heights
See, when a star is dying, it transforms into a red giant, and if the red giant does not have enough ma** to fuse carbon, an inert ma** of carbon and oxygen builds up in the center, transforming into a dense white dwarf. And yeah, like, that's my b**bs. That's, that's what my b**bs are like
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
Dense like a white dwarf
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
It'd be a catch at Fisherman's Wharf
I got them heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
Don't ever forget
That these heavy b**bs, heavy b**bs
Are just sacks of yellow fat
Like the stuffing of a couch
They're just sacks of yellow fat
Technically meant to be in a baby
They're just sacks of yellow fat