Hit-Boy - B.B.H. lyrics
[Intro] Big booty ho (I need that) Big booty, big booty ho (On my lap) Big booty, big booty ho Big booty, big booty ho Big booty, big booty ho (I need that) Big booty, big booty ho (On my lap) Big booty, big booty ho Big booty, big booty hoes Hump with it [Verse 1: B Mac the Queen] Keep it on the low, that's something you gotta know If them two chicks had a name, it must be Duece Bigalow It must be too official, you used to gettin' your way with n***as you know (In the Booty club its snowing , in the booty club its snowing ohh Lord) I'm rippin' my tab, I'm yellin' it loud, that's how we get down They breakin' it down, all that dough on the ground, got us shakin' it now They know we around, just me and my rounds, I be makin' my rounds Get game from a stripper I know all about it Stuck in the them bands they don't fit in no wallet They mad at her, this fantastic, I'm mad happy, she poppin' She poppin', hell yeah she poppin' She k** her cheese before she leave, them bands ain't no for no college For them dollas, how much you wanna bet that she givin' up knowledge Drop it [Hook : Hit-Boy] She got a**, she got a** I need that, on my lap Run it quick, I might let you hold me stacks And it go like that, you better know that stack Quick fast, never slow, bust it open for the realest clique you know You ain't fast, never slow, bust it open for the realest clique you know Quick fast, never slow, bust it open for the realest clique you know Quick fast, never slow, bust it open [Verse 2: Oktane] A fresh n***a just walked in, act like it, act like it, yeah yeah, act like it A fresh n***a just walked in, act like it It's time to relieve how stressed I am I ain't gon' talk about how West I am I ain't gon' talk about how fresh I am f** am I kiddin' n***a, yes I am n***a that's the reason she shakin' Friends tryin' to guess how much money I'm makin' Dreads on my back now she think I'm Jamaican Whatever, whenever, just do it naked White girls they love me Step up in this thing like f** it Ain't worried about no budgets Just throw as soon as you touch it And whenever she shake it I smack it and laugh Then leave hella drunk out the back of the cab Higher, higher, dab after dab And swipin' our cards on the crack of that a** [Verse 3: Price] How you fit that in that denim? I must say that I love lookin' from the outside but lord knows that I want to be in 'em That a** is too fat to a personal tailor in London is right where you send 'em, huh To get stitched and sew'd girl u winnin' Commitin' adultry in my mind now I'm sinnin' Hold up gimme a minute, start a n***a from the beginnin' So I can say to the whole world I love big booty b**hes Animal cruelity how I do that kitten, I'm a grown a** man b**h who you kiddin'? I'm screamin' out B Mac (B Mac) Once we beat 'em they will never get a rematch Throw me the cat, a n***a need that feedback On my lap b**h, that's right where I need that [Hook + Intro] [Outro (2X)] Small waist, a** fat Look at you with the back tat Let a real n***a tap that