DJ Battlecat - A.F.D. (Ass For Days) lyrics

She's gotta have a** for days, she's gotta have a** for days She's gotta have a** for days, she's gotta have a** for days She's gotta have a** for days, she's gotta have a** for days She's gotta have a** for days, she's gotta have a** for days [First Verse] A.F.D., a jam that's hittin' for the streets So flat a** is obsolete And titties don't do it, even though they might be plump I need a rump, the kind you can thump, so f** her And if it makes hits, this is much smoother The wiggle, jiggle, jiggle, s** soother I'm rollin' back, I'm tellin' ya now if you can't flaunt it Take your a** home and work on it But if you got bu*ter on your biscuit then eat it And, take it to my homies and feed 'em Cuz it's so good when them b**hes try to serve it Grade A beef, and it shake like it's nervous I see some beef, take one gla** Then it turn to a spoon, put the nuts in they pants See it at the mall and gotta grab it So call me a ho, cuz like the b**h I gotta have it A.F.D Chorus: repeat 2X She's gotta have a** for days, she's gotta have a** for days A.F.D., She's gotta have a** for days, she's gotta have a** for days A.F.D [Second Verse] She's gotta have it, plump, sweeter than a danish One hundred percent, jiggle, jiggle jelly-like an*s I like it when it's wrapped, just for a smack I love it when it's funky decorated with a gap So gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme I want that swole, word to Jimmy Here's a little bit to think about Jack Why, eat a pancake when you can have the whole stack? I pick up, will call you when I get down Don't you want it flat with a fat bumper too? Well ain't that how you like it Mamacita? With the boom-boom, dumpin' like Rosarita With a place seein' a**, so do it Remember, a serve from Domino is not the beauty but the potion So, tap your heels like Dorothy or Doris And listen to the theme of the chorus A.F.D Chorus [Third Verse] I want to pump her you know? It makes you want s** when you see it Switch it, in the night, in a tight dress So grab Jimmy, I'm here to let you know You think you drunk mile, the Jimmy starts to grow Bigger and bigger and bigger and bigger Sort of like drinkin', a forty ounce of liquor I know you heard of Tales from the Crypt Well, this is more better, tales from the hip And this is not rated P-G It's, rated triple X, and it comes in 3-D With a bit of that soda like a treasure But, if you strike gold then you know you'll find pleasure Like I trunk full of body you can pounce, it's Really like Zapp with more bounce to the ounce So if you injured on the job then sue You can't handle it? Than give it to me A.F.D Chorus