HS87, Hit-Boy, BMac the Queen, Audio Push - B.B.H. lyrics

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

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 niggas you know
(In the Booty club it's snowing
In the booty club it's 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 kill 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

She got ass, she got ass
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

A fresh nigga just walked in, act like
It, act like it, yeah, yeah, act like it
A fresh nigga 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
Fuck am I kiddin' nigga, yes I am
Nigga 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 fuck 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 ass

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 ass 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 nigga from the beginnin'
So I can say to the whole
World I love big booty bitches
Animal cruelity how I do that kitten
I'm a grown ass man bitch 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 nigga need that feedback
On my lap bitch
That's right where I need that

Small waist, ass fat
Look at you with the back tat
Let a real nigga tap that